There was once a young man born to a very wealthy family, in a rather prosperous world.
He lacked nothing in his infancy to his youth. From toys, to food, to education and strength, his household was powerful enough to secure him with the means to acquire all he desired.
He never lacked anything but a father, yet even that seemed to be a luxury he didn't need, as his mother was the only family he ever needed.
She was enough.
She had always been.
Because she too never lacked anything all her life, she made sure her son would never have to expend effort in order to get what he wanted. All would be handed to him on a platter.
However, she had more to impart upon her son.
Knowledge. She did not want him to be a simple rich boy from a rich family.
She wanted him to understand the common forms of power in their world and outside it, so that when he was ready he would make the most of it.