'Why does Father favor him so much?' The Second Prince gritted his teeth, his heart filled with jealousy.
Henry had been made a Count at such a young age, commanding a powerful army and possessing vast resources and territory. In contrast, he himself was sidelined, struggling to acquire even the most basic resources. All of it felt profoundly unfair.
His precious older brother—that lucky bastard who, with Henry's help, had successfully navigated a political crisis. Now he was riding high in the Northern Lands, while he could only watch helplessly as one opportunity after another slipped through his fingers.
"Damn it all!"
The Second Prince slammed his fist on the desk. The surface shuddered from the impact, and the candlestick resting on it nearly toppled over.
"Why? Why would Henry help him? Is it simply because he holds a higher position than me?" the Second Prince muttered to himself.
