Allen J. Aslon. That is my name. No, to be precise, it was my name. Why the past tense, you ask? Listen up. As you can tell from having a middle name and a surname, I was a prince of the Aslon Empire. The life of royalty—holding wealth, honor, and power in both hands, living a worry-free, affluent life... Yeah, not quite. The endless...
Allen J. Aslon. That is my name. No, to be precise, it was my name. Why the past tense, you ask? Listen up. As you can tell from having a middle name and a surname, I was a prince of the Aslon Empire. The life of royalty—holding wealth, honor, and power in both hands, living a worry-free, affluent life... Yeah, not quite. The endless blood-curdling power struggles for the right to succeed the throne were unrelenting. Schemes and deceptions ran rampant. Among the three princes, I was the one with the weakest inherent support base. The Empress hailed from a duchy. The First Queen came from a marquisate. But the Second Queen, my mother, was merely the daughter of a low-ranking viscount. She was brought into the palace because of her beauty, which instantly captivated the Emperor. Thanks to th
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