Expectation's
They say we all live through the expectations of society. For the society a man and a woman's expectations are very different...
A woman was expected to bear children for their husband's whether they like it or not. They were usually seen as the pawn of their clans to make connections. They were born to be smart, obedient and beautiful... Yet still a pawn of society.
A man was expected to be very dominant and to have as many sons as they can have. They had a legacy to protect and they couldn't make a single mistake or else they'll be shamed for being weak. A man is societies greatest villain they say... A man is power.
My mother and father went through that route... My father ascended the throne at 45 when my grandfather died. He had many mistresses but he made sure that he'll never have bastards to deal with. He was wedded to my 28 year old mother at that time... My mother had a long white hair and brown eyes that captured my fathers attention. My fathers hair was already grey when they got married and many expected them to be childless... At least they hoped so. As a prince my father was quite a controlling man always trying to be the best at every field. Whether it was in combat or in governing he'd make sure he was always better than my late uncle's. But I don't blame him... My grandfather was a great emperor but not a great father. He'd pin his sons against each other thinking only one of them can Inherit the throne that only the strongest and most worthy of his sons should live to carry out his legacy. Unfortunately my uncle's didn't survive my father's schemes and plots.
My mother and father were bounded by marriage but both had different beliefs in marriage...
My father was a man who believed that his marriage was stability for the empire in which will grant him more influence. He saw it as 2 empires being sealed with peace. It was practically just an imperial duty to get married. He thought to himself that all women are the same... Their only purpose was to satisfy him and his needs. It was a marriage for politics not for love. My father still had mistresses on the side. Whether these women where from nobility all the way from being my mother's closest friends, servants and even family once they catch my father's eyes he would make them his mistress.But my mother...
My mother in the other hand was the only daughter of my grandfather (on the mother's side) she was treasured by him and her brothers so much they didn't even want to we'd her at all. But my mother insisted that she was to be wedded as she was already 28 years old while the marriageable age for women at that time was 18. She was well overdue to be wed and she even told my grandfather that she will marry anyone suitable for her no matter what the age. Unfortunately for my mother at that time there was barely any candidate's as the leftover men her age were already married, Womanizers, exiled and even deposed. Some even had multiple diseases transmitted from their many mistresses. The best choice for her was my one and only father. The 45 year old newly ascended king of the Kingdom of Maliri. His hair was already grey and his face was already wrinkled but he was known as a capable man. My naive mother immediately agreed to marry that old man and she was ready to be a good wife for him. She dressed beautifully everyday and serve him everyday. She'd even prepare his meals herself caring for him Sachs econd of the day giving him all her love. My father treated her quite well actually. He'd stop having mistresses for awhile and always gifted my mother jewelry. He'd spend time with her in balls and parties...
But luck was not on my mother's side... A year after their marriage I was born. I was a big chubby baby when I was born. I had my mother's white hair and my fathers blue eyes. My birth was celebrated with so much joy just because I was a boy. They say that my mother was a blessed woman. She was an incredible queen and was one of the most famous beauties even after she gave birth. She was loved by all in our kingdom. But nothing lasts forever...
My father went back to having many mistresses. He still treated my mother very kindly though and he never dared to show my mother his infidelity... Though she already knew she accepted him and still loved him so...
"My husband... He is a man and he has needs. I haven't been able to fulfill those needs since I've been taking care of our strong boy. I'll let him indulge in women for awhile and he'll be back to normal right? Right...? "
My father slowly started to talk less and less to my mother and he became even more shameless and even started to make my mother meet his mistresses. My mother even caught him and another woman in their marital chambers...
"You have been neglecting me for a long time! It was your duty to serve me and satisfy me yet you didn't... What did you expect anyway? Did you really think I'll just sit around and wait for you to show me some affection?! You have no right to question me having mistresses when all you care about is yourself! Now get out! Me and Duchess Runs have some business to attend to! "
My mother slowly closed the doors of the marital chambers with tears in her eyes... As she watched her husband and her closest friend fuck right in front of her. She was humiliated every single day by my father... After 7 years of marriage she slowly turned to alcohol to ease her distress. She would go to parties and make friends with neighboring empire's. She stopped serving my father and stopped trying to make him love her again. She understood that no woman could change a man like that. She often wrote to my grandfather how much she missed him and how much she wanted to see him. He felt the same way as she did and so did my uncles. They often sent her flowers and gifts and my uncles even visited us once in awhile. But my fathers atrocious acts affected me and my mother's relationship... She would often ignore me but she'd still help me around. Though I understand why she started to change I never resented her... Instead I loved her more. Unlike my father she'd still notice if u was sad and she'd cheer me up and play with me. But I guess sometimes there's nothing we can do if someone really starts to be distant. My mother was slowly neglecting me... She'd often criticize me for having my fathers eyes and she even claimed I acted like my father. Especially when she's drunk she'd scold me non-stop on how I ruined her life and how much of a mistake it was to marry my father...
My father often scolded me for being weak. I was also quite shorter than the other boys my age. He questioned if I was even his son. I don't blame him though. My father was known to be a tall man but if he was to blame me for being thin and weak he'd have to blame himself. Like me he was quite skinny and barely even had any muscle. Even my grandfather criticized him too about him being weaker than my deceased uncles. It was even said that my grandfather told him " It if weren't for your skills and intellect I would've killed you my self. If you start to lose your grip on your skills I will kill you. "
Nevertheless he still made sure I knew my place. He made sure to flaunt his mistresses to me to show me how manly he was. But honestly I never really cared about what he said. But I can't lie I do fear him and his expectations.
I forgot to introduce myself and my family. I am Prince Brandon Achilleus Maliri. I am the eldest prince of our kingdom. My mother is Queen Alana Hayami Maliri and my father is King Casimir Declan Maliri. My family is the reigning royals of the Kingdom of Maliri and one of the most manipulative Royal Family in the realm. My family... Is an awful tradgedy in my life. I still can't believe that the ones who I love the most and whom I care about the most are gonna be the ones to hurt me and betray me... While I also end up betraying them because of my weak and awful personality.This is my point of view...