Laurent: Story 1

Laurent Carlos La Eir

Appearance: Blonde hair, emerald eyes and a perfect body anatomy. 

Name: La Eir is his surname (Empire of Eir), His name means a bright and free man.

Calibre: Writing's on the wall (allow bloody written words to alter reality.)

Hobbies: Reading books, researching and self answering

Characteristics: has a fixation on attention and a great talent in gauging situations.

Dislikes: Politics 

Story 1 (first timeline):

"How many times have I said, Laurent?" A harsh tone of a woman echoed in the library.

Her red painted nails grabbed the book from the young prince and threw it onto the floor. Gripping his shoulder tightly, her Jade-like eyes glared at his pair of green eyes. 

"You know about my aspiration for you. Everyone has a high expectation of the incarnation of the Sun God and you're blessed with beauty and brain. You must utilise them to gain support and not to bury yourself in stacks of useless philosophical books that made you foolish!" 

"But, I have no interest in the succession fight."

"That is not up to you to decide. Mother knows best, so please listen to me. No son of mine will live in obscurity."

"How's becoming a scholar an insignificant achievement?"

Her eyes gleamed and smiled, warning him beforehand.

"Well, forgive me, son."

Raising her hand up, she struck it across his face, which was frozen in shock. His trembling fingers traced his swollen cheek, unable to respond to his mother's slap.

"Your-your Majesty!" The maids behind her grasped.

"Your Majesty! Please control your rage!" A frantic servant begged, kneeling on all four.

Ignoring the ruckus she caused, she whispered to her son in a low voice.

"See, you're nothing. No one can protect you when the highest authority is me. Do you understand, Laurent."

"Call the physician," she ordered before she stormed off.

The once quiet library was full of servants bustling around, cleaning the heaps of books. 

Letting go of his concentrated breathing and controlled tears, the young prince pressed his back against the shelf and slided down. 

Lost in his thoughts, his hand touched a bookcover. Picking it up, he flipped back to the page and continued to read.