His ancestors had been traitors. Filthy, blood-thirsty thieves who had not only betrayed an entire country, but family as well.

 

Little Simon Park was forever condemned to a life in which he certainly did not deserve, and thus was unloved for the early years in the world. His parents only kept him for the sole purpose of selling him to the royal family when he was of age, roughly 17 years old.

 

Thinking back on it now, he'd thought it silly of him to even hope for a normal life.

 

His days went by with him barricaded in a poor excuse of a room, his only company the one-sided small window near the edge of where the peeling wall met the droopy ceiling.

 

No one from outside could see in from the window, while Simon could clearly see people utilizing their freedom. He'd seen others' lives progress significantly, while he had stayed in that little space for years.

 

, he'd been living like this for way too long, which was why he felt as if a blessing had been bestowed on him the night he'd turned 17 years of age.

 

On a couple blissful occasions, his parents had permitted for him to go outside, as long as one of them had a watchful eye on him. His first actual contact with snow was when he was roughly the age of 15, while his first taste of something sweet was when he was about the age of 11.

 

It was quite a shock when he was gruffly shoved into the back of a trunk, but more of a pleasant surprise than that.

 

He felt himself being blindfolded by his good-for-nothing father and happily listened to the gentle drum of rain against the car's roof. Change was happening, and it was happening fast.

 

Not that he minded, though; in fact, he had been delighted and thrilled to finally start the journey that was life. Life outside of the four walls he was always accustomed to.

 

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He hadn't known where the destination was, or what the time of arrival was, but when he felt the sudden jerk of the car and heard the engine's sound dying, he knew that he'd arrived.

 

Clenching a tight fist, he cringed when he felt his father manhandle him again. Thankfully, it would be the last time he would see the prick again.

 

With two hands tied around his back, Simon couldn't help but feel vulnerable. What other horrible surprises did life have in store for his poor soul?

 

He felt the troublesome blindfold being tugged off as he met his father's smiling face. The smile didn't look sincere, but rather malicious and threatening.

 

"Just listen to their orders and you'll be fine." his father said, carelessly untying the rope around Simon's wrists as well, which caused fresh rope-burns to tarnish his pale skin.

 

"You've got no choice, our family was damned right from the start."

 

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Damned was right. From the get-go, Simon could tell that the place that would serve as his new "home" was a prestigious place of some sort. A palace, he believed, as he had seen faraway photos in one of the few books his parents gave him.

 

His family was part of the middle-low class, so luxuries were quite often impossible dreams.

 

As his father dropped him off as if he was a package of some sort, Simon was led throughout the palace by a kind, older servant. The servant was named Sebastian and had earned his way to the top of the small group of servants.

 

Sebastian began explaining various things about serving the royal family.

 

"The number one rule is to always serve the royal family member in which you are assigned to," he lightly began, "when we reach the headquarters you will be assigned someone."

 

And true to his words, when reaching the vast underground servant headquarters, Simon stared at the letter that had the answer.

 

With feeble fingers, Simon opened the envelope, and confusedly scanned across the clean-cut piece of parchment.

 

He hadn't been taught how to read.

 

"As expected, you have gotten the princess next in line for the throne, Princess Yoojin." Sebastian nodded in approval at the rather unique designation. "Your duties start tomorrow, follow me."

 

Simon couldn't help but let his jaw drop at the minuscule details done on everything in the palace.

 

Walls were decorated with paintings of what seemed to be a story or fable, mahogany floors were pristine and polished, and flowers were carefully placed atop marble bureaus. Everything seemed prim and proper.

 

Another odd fact was that the air seemed charged by some sort of underlying sense of power.

 

It was the most peculiar place he had ever been in.

 

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Sorry if this style is weird or whatever. I wanted to start putting in more detail into my stories. + I'm updating from my phone so yeah.