A line of small footprints gradually receded into the snow, and he stared at those footprints for a long time, with that weak voice echoing in his mind.
"Brother...."
That was the first time he saw him, and later he learned that he was his younger brother, born of the same mother but a different father...
He rarely saw him in his mother's palace. His mother kept him hidden deeply. Whenever he saw him, he was always sitting quietly and obediently beside their mother with his head lowered, never showing his face.
He harbored a very complex feeling towards this brother, on one hand, jealous of his ability to gain their mother's wholehearted love, and on the other, pitying his inability to be seen in the light...
The maid in their mother's service watched this brother very closely, casting warning glances whenever he attempted to approach him, as if he were some formidable beast. The tighter they held him, the more curious he became about this brother.
