When we returned to the palace, as always we headed straight to the throne room. It was late in the evening so the throne room was empty aside from my family and a few advisors. My father greeted me with a warm smile. "Welcome home, son," he said. "I have been hearing nothing but the songs of your victory."
My three brothers, standing to the right of my father, looked to be pleased as well. My mother seemed to be a little less excited, though she smiled nonetheless. "Congratulations!" The youngest of my brothers, Anburaavanan said happily. "We knew you would win though."
I smiled warmly at my youngest, twelve year old brother. Of all my brothers, he and I were the closest. It may have been because he enjoyed following me around and admired me greatly. It may have also been because he was
