Pleasant air come through the window as a leave carried on it's air of travel. Swaying it's away on top of a boy with pale blonde hair. The boy didn't even seem to notice the leave at all, but stared off into the sky daydreaming.

The pale whites of his gray eyes growing shiny and brighter as each dream took him on a journey. A journey of adventures beyond on the depths of the deep sea or the high climates of the land.

A knock came from the door breaking the young boy's dreams of imagination to the cold, harsh, ominous, and heartless world he lived in.

Sighing, Siegfried turned around to face the door, "Come in."

The door creaked open as a butler came forth with a note, "Prince Siegfried, I have a note from your father."

"Just set it down on my nightstand."

The butler nodded. "As you wish." He quickly when over and shakily put down the note on his clean wood nightstand. The butler almost ran out of the room closing the door behind him.

Siegfried sighed as he picked up the note. He was use to the treatment since his father, Marx, the king of Axdron, who people hated for his wars on people and other countries.

Siegfried couldn't believe that man was his father. The only things they had in common was war tactics and their gray eyes they shared. His late mother saved him from being killed for him not looking anything like his father, by convincing him into having him live.

His mother was five by the time she died. Father seemed a tiny bit sad, but not guilty as a assassin came and killed her by accident. Mistaking his mother for his evil father to kill. Her death made him this way. Nice and kind on the outside, but deep hatred inside for assassin.

He just couldn't understand how assassin could kill people and not be fazed the death they had caused. He come to a conclusion, they were heartless monster only out to kill people for money or fun.

Siegfried shook his head. Realizing he spaced out again in his deep thoughts. He looked down at the note. Reading it as it said his father would talk to him around three thirty.

He checked the time

It was three twenty

Panic filled every inch of his chest as be wanted to scream so badly. He hated meetings with his father. In the end it always ended up with a bruise or a cut mark somewhere. His sister didn't get these kind of punishments. Maybe it was because she was a lady or father's favorite child. Siegfried paced around the room. Waiting for his father too give him his punishment. It was a slap, or no food for the whole day. There were worst punishments Siegfried had been given, but would need to be in his own house to be given them.

The opened slowly as his father, Marx, came in. His cold gray eyes on Siegfried like a snake hunting it's prey.

"Siegfried." His father said in his deep cold voice waking over to him ever so slowly.

"Father."

"Daydreaming, I'm guessing. Your homework on tactics of war aren't done yet."

"I-I'm sorry. I just got carried away-"

"In your own useless world. I know, I know."

Siegfried balled his hands up into a fist. He's always wanted to punch his father's face, but didn't have the courage to stand up for himself.

"It's just daydreaming. I don't see the harm in doing it."

"Daydreaming can make you mind unaware too the world around you, Siegfried. You could be shot in the head by an arrow and still wouldn't even feel it because your mind is too damn off into space in that imaginary world of yours!"

"I don't see the problem! The people here never hurt me!"

"This is Dakmight, not Axdron, where all the people in our country love you. In here they will kill you Siegfried. I'm only warning that stupid little mind of your too look out for yourself for once in your life!"

Anger rose in his chest. It's poison hurting his lung with all the outburst he's always wanted to say to the hell of a father who stood in front of him, "I do look out for myself! How else do I live with all those bruises and cuts you give me too cry in pain all my life for!"

His father's face turned up into an ugly snarl, "You dare talk that way too you father?! If we weren't in his damn castle right now your back would be covered in more blood then the day your mother gave birth to you."

Siegfried, blinded with anger stood up into his father's face, the man he hated with so much he himself hates seeing his own blood. Knowing that monster inside his father carried inside him as well, "Don't you talk about my mother! You never loved her! You only needed her to become the king of the country who was once happy, now in a real world of living hell!"

SLAP!

Siegfried staggered back. His right cheek swelled up in pain. Blood dripped down the side as he hold it with care. This pain didn't affect him. To him this only felt like a horse kick fully kicked in the face.

His father stood over him as he grabbed him by the hair and threw him across the room and into a wall. The force knocked the breath out of Siegfried's lungs as he tried to get away, but was too late as his father was faster.

Punch to the face, kick to the kneecap, punch in the chest, and lastly a kick in the stomach. Siegfried groaned in pain as he fell face first into the ground. He tried lifting his head until pain blasted into his skull. His father kicked him in the head hard enough for black dots to appear.

"Until you learn to respect your father, come see me in my room for a word of discipline from me. My son."

He snarled his words with pure hate as he slammed the door behind him. Siegfried got up careful as he went into the bathroom. He started up the bath to wash away the pain. He knew by morning all his wounds would be gone by then.

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Jason flipped the coin in his hand. Trying for a heads until the door opened up to, Emperor Robin, who made his way towards his desk as Jason bowed to him.

"You highness, is something the matter?"

"Yes. Get the devil out of here."

Jason chuckled as he slowly made his way across towards Robin, "I'm afraid I'm not that strong enough to do that sir."

"Yes I know you are. I just need Marx and his children to leave this palace. I wouldn't be surprised if poison magically ended up in my soup."

"I won't let that happen. You're the reason I'm a knight your highness."

"Yes I know Jason, you're a fine knight in this kingdom. I know your father would be proud.

Jason's eyes sparkled, he didn't know his father but heard stories he was the best knight in Dakmight. Jason took on the spot for him, hopefully his late father proud of him in the afterlife with his dear mother who died giving birth to him. He didn't know how his father died, but Robin would tell him when the time comes. To him, Robin was almost like a father to him. The only father he only had.

"He would? You think so?"

"Of course, Jason. I've know your father since the day I saw him with my own eyes. He was a kind, gentle man. He even flirted with girls, but I know you didn't get that from him but your mother's shyness."

"I'm not that shy..."

Robin laughed at him. His face looking younger than it had in years, "You wouldn't even talk to the princess of Gaha! You don't even talk to the maids unless you need too!"

"Alright, alright I am then... I'm shy."

"There nothing wrong about being shy. Even the bravest of warriors were shy one point in their life."

"But, I'm no hero."

"Not yet, but like your father, I know you will be a hero just like him."

Jason smiled warmly at him. Like a son smiling up at his father, "Thank you, your highness."

Robin smiled at him back as he patted him on the shoulder, "I'll tell you the story of everything once your birthday hits. I want to escape King Marx it's not even funny!"

"Okay. I'm looking forward to hearing it."

Robin looked at his sliver hair, then back to his face.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with my hair? I know it's a odd color to be born with..."

"Nothing's wrong! I just like it! It just right for you."

"Thank you."

"Maybe you should go back to work, Jason."

"Alright sir." He bowed to Robin, "Goodbye your highness."

Jason left the room. Excited to finally hear the tale of his father and mother. Being an orphan was hard. The Emperor was the only one Jason could call a father. Shaking his head, Jason when back to word as he thought off into memories all day.