The twins

At the king’s castle, some distance from the capital, Ilevar was seated at the dresser, a maid was making him ready for his birthday party. He sat at the dresser silently, with a blank expression. Suddenly the front door bust open, but it was not an intruder, it was Izalfhem, the crown prince. He walked over to the dresser where Ilevar sat and grabbed his hair and yanked it upwards.

“What’s up twerp?” Izalfhem began.

“Must think your special because their is a ball for you, too bad your just a bastard piece of shit. I am going to have a lot of fun with you today so do not arrive later,” Izalfhem said.

Ilenar did not utter a word and just looked at the reflection in silence.

“No reaction still, your starting to be a bore,” Izalfhem said as he began hitting Ilenar’s head and out of anger he even smashed the vase tht was on his table on his head but still there was no reaction.