Eighteen years had passed since the birth of the youngest prince.
Neptune had grown into a handsome young lad with curly hair and deep, cute dimples that appeared whenever he smiled though he did not smile often. He looked very much like his mother, Serena, in both his facial features and his gentle character. While his brothers were built like stone walls, Neptune was lean and agile. He was soft-spoken in a palace that valued loud, assertive voices and the brutal clashing of steel.
He sat now in the tall grass near the river, his chin resting on his knees. He was supposed to be at the training grounds, but the thought of it made his stomach turn.
I am a poor excuse for a prince, he thought bitterly. Amon can break a wooden shield with one blow. Joran can outrun a horse. And I... I am j
