Harlequin's Pov~ 

Alright. Where the hell do I start? Best stick to something simple. My name is Harlequin Regis, I'm nineteen years old and I've just finished my education. Three long years it took to finish my college degrees but they were worth the experiences. I have pale brown, somewhat orangish, messy, short hair. They matched my pale brown coloured eyes. To anyone who saw me out and about they would think I was a normal teen, coming into their adulthood. I had two secret truths about me that no one would guess from first glance. 

The first is what most people can't believe, I'm the crowned prince of an entire country. Yep, I was to become a king. The country was very small and very old. It was called Saltus Mythicon, the main languages in my country were English and Latin, so the country's name would translate to Mythical Forest. Even my last name meant king in Latin. I went to schools for rich and extremely smart people my whole life, I ended up getting the nickname of 'King' just from my last name. Those people never knew the truth though.

Government reasons, no one was to know who I really was until I was crowned a real king. The only people who would know about my identity were people from my own country. You see I've been in the country Britannia for the last five years. Three years was college like I stated before. The other two years were the other secret truth about myself. I was one of the very rare people to have an illness called fibromyalgia, doctors knew it better as FM. Two years before college had started I've been in a medical study.

Doctors were trying to learn more about my illness. An example would be if certain types of treatment would work, meds, therapy, and all sorts. It was a long and tiring two years with not much at the outcome. The main common knowledge was that fibromyalgia affected each person who was ill with it differently. It made it harder to treat and harder to learn about. It was just troublesome and tiresome when came to these studies. I've been ill since I was around nine or ten so I've been part of many studies before this one.

Sometimes the studies can cause our illness to get worse, in a better wording that we infected people used was "flare-up". People who had illnesses like fibromyalgia would understand it better than anyone. Some days we were in less pain than normal, those days you would see us. We would be smiling, talking, and laughing as if nothing was wrong. Somewhat like mental health. Sadly with fibromyalgia, a good 80% of those days were bad. My illness completely was around the whole pain and muscle deterioration symptoms. 

The muscles and tissue around my body, mostly joints were dying and getting weaker with each day that passed. Sooner or later my heart or my brain will be affected by it badly. It was only a matter of time because either one of them gives in to the pain and deterioration. When it happens it will mean my death. Something I've come to accept a long time ago. When came to the pain, the best way to say to most people was Chronic Wide Spread Pain but worse by ten times. It was easier to explain to girls.

Picture period cramps so bad you want to die and cry. Now picture them cramps were in all of your body parts, your arms, your head, your chest, and well everywhere. Lastly, picture them cramps being ten times worse and happening twenty-four-seven, no pain killers, hot water bottles help with it either. Now what I explained would be me on a good day worth of pain. It could become much, much worse than that. Being born into royalty and being the one who would take the crown, meant I was sent all over the place.

I've been in all types of countries for different treatments, tests, and studies. I've learned some basic understanding of different languages which was pretty cool and fun. I have a younger twin sister who is in perfect health compared to me. I thought they would've picked her to become queen but then it was found out I'm one of them so-called prodigies. I've never really met anything challenging to learn thrown at me, this was the main reason I was chosen to become king. It was already agreed if I died at any point my sister would take over.

I didn't want her to have the struggles of becoming a queen, so I've been working hard to stay alive and kicking as long as possible. You needed a reason to keep going to really keep your illness in check or to really keep you alive. I've found that hard. I've been bullied my whole life so I'm antisocial. I hate the idea of dealing with idiots or people who don't believe in invisible illnesses like what I have on top. This meant having no real friends. It meant I wasn't likely I would marry for love. 

My country didn't many rules on who us royal family members could be with but if we're sure we won't find love...well arrange marriages were still a very big thing in many countries. It was 2020 and it was still a thing. I didn't mind much but I didn't see myself being around long enough for weddings or love. I just wanted to be locked away reading my comics, books, and manga. Or even locked away playing and making video games. Well...these are the basics of who I am. Being ill and royalty. Who would've guessed?

I need a reason to keep fighting but I didn't have much reason left. I hadn't seen my sister in five years, nor have I talked to her in three years. I didn't have friends or any other family that cared for me. Father and mother died at a young age. I struggled to interact with people so love wasn't something possible for me...I really didn't see my life improving at all...