Chapter 2 Little Lycaon

Being born with a golden spoon in his mouth doesn't necessarily make Lycaon's life full of happiness. Being discriminated against for reasons that don't make sense, even though basically those who hate don't need to have reasonable reasons. Like Lycaon as a child.

He had been exiled from his surroundings, not by abandoning the child to a secluded place, but by abandonment even from his own parents.

"Father," called the little Lycaon to the grown man in front of him.

At that time he was only seven years old and for the first time he came to his father who was currently in the man's private room.

Lycaon shirt made of silk and decorated with some beautiful gems on the chest and buttons looks cute. There were some patches of dirt and dry mud, a stark contrast to the color of her expensive clothes. The hair that looked neat this morning had now turned like a bird's nest that had been hit by the rain, then dried again.

His temples bleed to the sides of his face. The father only glanced at him for a split second before returning nonchalantly. Lycaon had already prepared what he was about to hear from the man. Her innocent gaze began to blur as if mist had filled her vision, even though she was trying to hold back the tears that were already welling up.

"I-I want to tell you something."

Pause for a moment for him to catch his breath.

"Other kids bother me," she complained.

"They threw dirt mixed in with cow dung-I... they said I was just a useless prince."

The children mentioned above are his own siblings, the children of his uncles and aunts.

The cousins loved to bully, not only with words, but as he was experiencing right now, they carried out physical attacks.

Previously, Lycaon had never discussed this at all. He knew how his father was, but now he just felt tired. He wanted a defense from the man.

"Do not bother me. Get out before I tell the guards to drag you down."

A quiet voice, but cold and piercing.

From that moment on, Lycaon knew that even if he was in the flames, his father wouldn't even give him a glance. For one reason he didn't understand, what was wrong with him? Little Lycaon didn't understand why people could hate to the point of hurting others.

Could it be because he is still very young? Is that reason only adults can understand? Questions like that always filled his mind whenever he was treated unfairly by his brother, even his own father. After cleaning and getting the wound treated by the maid, Lycaon stayed silent in his room.

Orange light shone from the western sky, his gaze towards the window looked shady, but who knew there was a big hole in the boy's heart. Come to think of it, since yesterday he hadn't seen his mother. There was no woman in her father's private room. In fact, if his mother was there, he probably wouldn't have come out of the room in tears and run around sobbing.

Feeling the need to meet the woman, he decided to get out of bed with a slight jump. Tonight, he will also tell about the oppression of his brother.

Even though the mother did nothing and just listened, it was much better than what her father had said.

Actually, all interests, even just an act of self-defense, must obtain legality from his father. Lycaon understood why his mother could only cry every time she heard his complaints. Like most children his age, Lycaon just wants to play and be with the people he cares about when he feels lonely.

The room was on the right wing of the second floor of the palace, where his mother was.

The room was indeed a little further from the location of the main hall and especially his room. Lycaon jogged, but suddenly his legs stopped as lightning flashed through the frosted glass window, then followed by a sound of thunder that made even his little legs tremble.

He stared at the marble floor in astonishment.

Lycaon was sure that it wasn't long before he saw the bright orange sky, not the least bit that it looked like a storm was coming. Ignoring that, he continued on. This time at a leisurely pace.

For a moment he glanced at the balcony in the middle, the boundary between the floors of the left and right wings.

The man seemed to pay attention to the sky outside, which for some time had become dark and thunderous. Lycaon intended to go to his father, but it would only interfere and lead to expulsion like earlier. So, he prefers to continue his journey.

Without him noticing, the man who had his back to him from earlier glanced at Lycaon.

Arriving at the door, he knocked for a moment before finally entering. It was very dark in his mother's room, could it be that the woman wasn't here?

"Mother?"

Her tiny hands were fumbling against the wall, trying to find a button that might light up the room. Lightning flashed again and the sound of rain knocking on the slightly open window sent the curtains flying.

"Mother?" Call again, but still no answer.

At first he didn't feel anything strange other than being wary of the lightning strike outside.

Until he finally froze his body, stood straight with a pale face, and suddenly his legs went limp like a jellyfish. Lycaon fell, his eyeballs watering and shaking.

"M-mother?"

Just as the lightning flashed, its light made Lycaon realize that his mother was now hanging by a rope around her neck.

The woman's rigid body swayed gently as if blown by a hurricane that was blowing through the window.

***

The next day, the palace was in an uproar due to the news last night.

Lycaon didn't stop crying since he found his mother who was hanging in a lifeless state.

Without anyone knowing, Lycaon's mother and stepsisters laughed at the news.