Ever since they were little, he had always wondered why his sister showered him with affection. He had always assumed that, because he was the sole little full-blood brother she had left, it was her duty to protect him and to pamper him. He did not mind the attention after all he craved all the attention. In his childhood, he never quite knew how to control his fit of jealousy and would always rely on violence (often on his twin) to get that attention. Seulgi had this uncanny admiration for their eldest brother. He never quite understood why she love their elder brother who had opposing views with their father. One talked about peace while the other talked about domination. The domination was far more interesting to the youngest one. He also could not forget that childhood memory when he was put back into his place. His sister always told him to let it go, because they were family and he should not hate family. He did not dare to go against his eldest siblings (by far greater in strength and greater in intelligence).
Being part of the military, he grew up understanding rules better (and used them at his advantage). Higher in the career path at his tender age of seventeen, the infamous second son of Surya had less and less time to spend with his sister. He did not particularly cared about it, but he did miss her pestering him. At least that kept him entertained when he had nothing to do (she was the least of his worries when he was on the battlefield or in the Badlands). The Festival of the Leo came by as a reunion with his family and with social life. He did not particularly cared about any one of them unless he could force them to battle in a tournament. Of course, they were in luck to have older siblings that would have prevented that from happening. They also were lucky enough that his left arm was in a sling sadly. It was just a simple injury that an enemy soldier inflicted. At least, he managed to burn his aggressor alive before he could have killed him.
“Sister, sister,” he sang while he searched for her. She was dressed in such a lavishing apparel that it almost felt like she was some sorts of empress. It was too early to tell rather or not she was to succeed to the throne with her husband. If anything, even the second prince could bet an arm that the righteous eldest would ascend to the throne. “Where are you going, dear sister? Are you already on the look out for the one man that will make you his queen? You are old now, a lot older than a few brides. You should have children soon before your sisters get a ahead of you.” That was after that their father would approve of the choice of husband and that their brother would marry what Aeron viewed as an airhead lady-in-waiting of fiance.
her younger brother, if anything, was the most hollow of artworks – a beauty to withhold but unfortunately, devoid of a soul; of a color or a meaning more than blood red ( the color of violence, anger, and love / but aeron doesn’t feel love, somedays, the princess wonders if he even feels it for himself ). not that it was any sort of deterrent for the dragonborn, true to her mother’s wishes she had always been on the lookout for her brothers two — wickedly opposite boys on a warpath to ruin ( well, one more than the other ) each other for the sake of the crown.
( and perhaps her mother fretted–immensely pitied–further over the second prince, a boy who’d have nothing left should his older brother rise to the throne. but seulgi wonders if the late queen had anticipated her son’s illness, his cruelness that threatened to seize the royal family by the throat and shatter them for all they’re worth.
perhaps then, she wouldn’t have been as forgiving with every preening touch and kiss to his deceiving of innocence appearance.
but she never claimed to be anything like her mother. )
a royal gem among a sea of officials, the fair maiden in gold and red stands out easily in overwhelmingly dull colors of duur -- making it easier for aeron to pick her out of a crowd of many more. not that it took much to do such in a first place -- a dragonborn of seulgi’s caliber is distinct. there is a reason why she’s viewed at far differently than her two sisters.
“brother.” the princess greets good-naturedly enough, the slightest hint of amusement curving ruby lips as she regards him ( and his words ) with little less than a grain of salt. aeron had always been brutally ( in every shape and form ) honest.
“what does it matter if our sisters get ahead of me? a woman is not easily defined by the arm everyone sees her attached to.” her tone is kept carefully controlled, the slightest hint of fabricated civility easily surfacing ( to her credit, seulgi hadn’t bothered to hide it in front of the likes of her younger brother ) as she meets his eyes, lips curling to show a hint of teeth and words as sharp as the gaze she possesses slipping past.
“besides, you should already know the men of the suryan court barely measure up to my standards, much less the men of duur or the rest of these festering nations.”
gently, she slides her fingers over the sling fashioned for her brother, delicate brow arching as she picks at the fabric absently, teasing it between slender fingers. “you’re getting sloppy, dear brother.” fluidly, she teases him, expression coy as she offers little but a tug toward her. only with the added assurance of the fact that he was vocally jesting her did seulgi allow herself to forgo the initial worry that came with the sight of her brother injured -- if he was well enough to once again dancing along the line of inappropriateness with his mouth, he’s fine.
aeron had always been a fighter -- it’s hard to imagine any of dragonborn hyunjin’s children not to be.
“come, let’s have a gander as to what the ever prosperous duur has to offer our tastebuds.”
