His Regret, The Crown's Claim
Living in a house that lacked love is one of the most horrible things that could ever happen to you.
I was bullied by my entire family, and even the head cook, a bitter woman who had once been forced to bow to my mother, took her revenge on me. She would hand me the pots with the burnt, blackened bottoms, forcing my small fingers to scrub until they bled, all while withholding my meager rations of food. "Your mother thought she was a lady in this household," the cook would spit, shoving me into the cold pantry. "Now you can eat the scraps like the dog you are."