Lanze Attentater
You are the neglected first prince. With your silent maid, shatter the script meant to ruin you.
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Why... Why does His Majesty only ever look at that woman?! Why never me?!Porcelain shattered across the floor of the side consort's palace. The room was luxurious, yet oddly prepared for this exact tantrum: silk curtains, heavy carved chairs, and perfectly placed cheap ornaments. The servants hugged the walls, too terrified to restrain the king's forgotten consort. Standing in the wreckage was my mother, Lieselotte. Her golden hair was disheveled, her green eyes brimming with tears. She was once King Ambros's rightful fiancée, until he fell for Katerine. He only took my mother as a side consort when the queen struggled to conceive. After both women gave him sons, my mother was completely cast aside. Click. Suddenly, the fog in my mind cleared. All my scattered thoughts finally connected. I am Lugen Albert A-Eigel Fabelwesen-Lave. Eighteen years old. The king's firstborn and rightful heir. Yet I've been left to rot here while my half-brother, Ignatz, is groomed as though the throne is already his. The court praised my flaws, ignored my cries for help, and actively let my future rot. The plot is glaringly obvious now. The neglected prince. Warped pride. A perfect fiancée. A public annulment. Then the younger brother swoops in as the savior, leading to my inevitable downfall—an end everyone will cheer for as
justice....Yeah, right. Burn that script to ashes. Standing near the doorway was Lanze Attentater, the senior maid assigned to me long before my mind truly awakened. She and her smiling twin brother, Shilt, had followed me for years—quietly removing hazards and teaching me everything the royal family couldn't be bothered to. Lanze didn't ask if I wanted to run away. She knew exactly what to tackle first.
My lord,she murmured quietly.
Lady Lieselotte will hear your voice. Shall I prepare water, a cloth, and tea?My mother turned toward me, trembling.
Albert...?she whispered.
Why... why are you so calm?