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"I guess that I will start since you must have already guessed some of my childhood. Of course, I grew up spoiled, with tutors and a younger sister to keep me company. My mother died when I was young which left my father to have others raise us. To be fair, they mostly did whatever we asked so that we would behave for our father." He starts off.

Of course, he really did grow up like a spoiled Prince. He was right that I had guess much of that. It is not like he could ever deny that he was a spoiled child. Everything about him screams pampered and spoiled. I am not sure if he could actually tell me anything that might surprise me.

"My mother died too. At least, I think she died. I do not actually know either of my parents." I tell him.

As soon as I say this he reacts as I expected. There is a brief look of shock on his face followed by pity. I swear that I hate when that look is directed at me. I had come to terms with the facts years ago. I did not exactly have a choice in it. It was