Trigger Warning: This chapter contains depictions of suicide.Please prioritize your well-being—feel free to skip this chapter if the content may be distressing or triggering for you.
It was supposed to be a joyous occasion.
Heinz had turned thirteen just a week ago. His father had finally acknowledged him—not as a boy, not as a nuisance, but as a prince. The crown prince. The rightful heir. Today marked the beginning of his official training to become king.
And before anything else, he had to see his mother.
'I'm sure she'll be happy. This is all she ever wanted for me.' Heinz thought, his heart swelling with pride as he sprinted down the corridor, the polished floors echoing beneath his feet.
"Y-Your Highness, you mustn't run!" a servant cried out in distress as he passed, but Heinz just waved them off with a grin.
