Arthur de la Morvayn sat in the grand hall of the castle, surrounded by his family and the nobles. He was still trying to wrap his head around the events of the past few days. He had discovered the Dragon's Heart, a powerful artifact that had been passed down through the royal family for generations.
And he had learned how to harness its power, transforming his hand into a dragon's claw.
But despite the excitement and wonder of it all, Arthur couldn't shake the feeling that he didn't quite fit in. He was a prince, but he didn't feel like one. He was a stranger in a strange land, with no memory of his past life as Arthur de la Morvayn.
As he looked around the table, he saw his four brothers, all of whom seemed to embody the qualities of a true prince. They were confident, charismatic, and powerful.
There was Desmor, the eldest, who was next in line for the throne. He was tall, dark, and handsome, with a commanding presence that was hard to ignore.
Then there was Antorn, the second eldest, who was a skilled warrior and strategist. He was lean and muscular, with piercing blue eyes that seemed to bore into those he met.
Gedeon, the third eldest, was a charming and affable young man, with a quick wit and a silver tongue. He was a natural diplomat, able to talk his way out of almost any situation.
And finally, there was Jerrold, the youngest of the brothers, who was a wild and reckless young man, with a penchant for getting into trouble. He was always laughing and joking, and seemed to live life on his own terms.
Arthur watched his brothers with a mixture of admiration and envy. They seemed to know exactly who they were and what they wanted, whereas Arthur was still trying to figure things out.
As the meal drew to a close, Arthur's father, King Norwyn de la Morvayn, stood up to address the gathering.
"My sons," he said, his voice booming across the hall. "I am proud of each and every one of you. You are all fine young men, with bright futures ahead of you."
Arthur felt a pang of sadness as he listened to his father's words. He knew that he didn't quite fit in with his brothers, that he was still an outsider in this strange new world.
But as he looked around the table, he saw something that gave him hope. His brothers, despite their differences, seemed to genuinely care for each other. They were a family, and Arthur was a part of that family.
As the evening wore on, Arthur found himself feeling more and more at ease. He was starting to feel like he belonged, like he was a part of something bigger than himself.
And as he looked at his brothers, he knew that he would do whatever it took to protect them, to defend them against any threat.
Because in the end, family was everything.