My life was simple.
It was as if a constant note on a piano would play at a set period every few moments to indicate the passing of time. An F note would ring out, reverberate, and then fade away before it would start all over again.
It was always the same, every single day. A single note in pianississimo.
My mother died during childbirth with my sister. It was rather sudden from what I've been told. The blood loss was too severe and as a result she passed away. I, being only a year old at the time, did not have the opportunity to get to know her or form any memories with her.
Father has always been rather busy with his duties as emperor. The most that I get to speak with him is during our short morning breakfast, and even those are sparse at best. I am lucky to see him twice a week at most.
