Blythe Everett was the second son of the Emporer of Earendria. He was born to the emporer's favoured concubine, making him a target for the jealous wives of the harem. The empress had despised him and his mother, for her husband had doted them more than her and her son.
One day the empress had had enough and had framed Blythe's mother, Celeste, for the murder of her head maid. The emperor had soon banished both the second prince and his concubine, casting them away to a palace far north.
Celeste, having fell from the emperor's most beloved to being disgraced, couldn't take any more of the shame and decided to end her life.
Many would think the young prince would grow to resent both his parents but the child grew to be virtuous and forgiving. He didn't hate his father for throwing him away. He didn't hate his mother for abandoning him. And he don't hate the people who had wronged him.
Thus he was named "The Blessing of Clemency".
Although, this life of banishment didn't last forever.
One night when the crown prince's royal attendant had gone to the prince's chambers to check on him, he had found him lying cold on the floor.
Soon the palace was in uproar with servants and royals alike running about. The next day the entire empire was covered in black in rememberence to the late prince. It was no surprise though as the royal had been suffering from a severe illness for sometime already.
But the empire needed an heir; the emperor only had two. Emperor Florian knew his son would die but he thought he would have more time to plan before that, but he only had two children and was too old to have more. So, with great reluctance, he called back his youngest child to the palace.
Earendria had a new crown prince. Prince Blythe Everett, son of Emperor Florian and disgraced concubine, Celeste Dellcott.
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"Child what do you think you are doing?"
The blond haired boy looked back at her with a bright smile, " I want to play like the other children!"
She scoffed and looked over to where he pointed at the young servants running around doing the various tasks given to them.
"Playing? Boy, you must be as stupid as your mother! They are not playing!" She cried with an exasperated tone.
His eyes welled up with tears, " but whe-"
" Your Majesty!" A servant near by called out to the woman, " His Majesty the Emperor calls for you!"
She turns around and glances at the heaving man, " Tell my husband I do not wish to see him until he apologises for his insolence"
The little boy stares at her.
"What do you want, boy?" She asks, annoyed.
"Why do they call you 'your majesty'?"
" Ha. You ignorant child. Do you not know who you are speaking to now?"
"Who?"
"I am the Empress of this empire, Her Imperial Majesty Empress Yvaine"
The boy giggled and held out his hand, " My name's Blythe"