Aristocratic dream.

23 May 1852,

Mayfair, London.

In an elite society where women wrap themselves in fur and prestige while men cover themselves in power and hold in the rainy mist and smell of their own cigarettes.

Lived a stereotypical aristocratic family deeply rooted in lust towards power. A baby boy was born that day, they labelled him the "golden heir" and naming him something so prestigious that would even make power chase him.

That boy spent his childhood surrounded by emotionless nannies, golden spoons, giltering wallpapers and diplomatic talks he wished he never heard.

He hated this, absolutely hated it.

He, too, wanted to dance under rain in his garden only if he hadn't had to perfect his courtesies and dance under the headmaster's supervision in the ballroom. He, too, wanted to play with dogs, cats and frogs but instead got the lifeless stuffed toys every child wanted back then. To him, it's like a gold cage with no escape.

1857,

When he was 7 years old, he wished to be a poet, he wished to be someone who view things as a perception and write it down in the most ethereal form possible, and he might've been one too if the title "Lord" wasn't going to attach to his name later, his family often taunted his dream, silencing him while taunting "only the pathetic fools who have no control over their own emotions, the ones who need a piece of paper to clash on becomes a poet.

Fortunately, Erwik was not a good listener.

He wrote poems in his own diaries which he kept hidden with more security than his family protecting their prestige, his family suspected him. His parents spend more hard on making him stoic and intelligent enough to be made a political pawn later. Erwik didn't choose this.. B. he had no choice either.

How can someone achieve their dreams..?

If they are already shattered to begin with, and you're not even allowed near your own shattered pieces of your dream..?

Well his family won for the first time making him an unalterable and a damn Stoic man, making him their easy pawn in the game by the age of 22.

By his family's connection and Erwik's diplomatic tongue, he was posted the position of Colonel, directly by entering the British army. Now he loathed his life more than he loathed English breakfast in the morning, but he's stuck in a puddle he can't get out on his own.

When he strucked the age 24, his family sweetly condemned him to marry Duchess of weimester, the first practical move in power gain which Erwik sensed before they could pursue it further. He did not want to get married yet. And never that Duchess. He gained a good position in the army by connections and reputation of being the most calculated and stoic man in the current regiment, charm and charismatics never failed too, he used his diplomatic tongue well.

He delayed it till he got a chance of getting stationed in India. A country he was well versed in, And it was a golden opportunity to leave this mess behind, so he agreed and gave his family the first hit of disappointment, does he care? No. Will he? Also, no.

Will his fate change in the country he's stepping next or will shake hands with his next nightmare possible..?

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