The Second Born Prince

You are the Prince of the Merchant Nation Ezlia. Raised in eloquence, each day as pampered as the last despite the **** lessons in preparation of rulinh the country.

Politic mathematics, introductory spellcraft, ettiquate, dancing, marksmenship, horse riding, swordsmanship. Some of them requiring far more effort than you prefer. But it was expected but as long as your brother drew breath it was all for show.

You were not in line for the throne but your greedy twin brother was afeared to lose his claim to you. Despite being identical you had both taken to royal life very differently. As he had sought battle and glory whilst you remained a touch less engaged in developing your marshall prowess. As a result your jealous brother was a brute and you were rather fair by comparison.

The maidens favoured your slender and graceful form. Your brother had become increasingly bitter with how little you actually did yet boons fell into your lap so easily... as did a few of his maidens.