Gos was born for something great.

That did not mean sweeping the bathroom floors. Of the palace. As a janitor! Out of all the people to do it, guess who was assigned? He was assigned to it.

What a great destiny to have.

Nope! Gos would not be accepting that!

He should've been treated like royalty! Living like a king, being loved by all. In fact, his family was some type of royalty. They had power, which everyone valued and loved. His entire family was descended from a line of Trust Keepers, or "Chosen Ones". They were the most valued and loved people. Maybe even as much as the king. Maybe even higher...

But did anyone treat him with the respect he deserved? (Hint: Nope!) Instead, he was a piece of garbage to everyone. Even his own family acted like he didn't exist. He was that useless doll that they didn't need, but couldn't give away.

His sister, oh, she was a whole different story.

Serca, the baby sister, was the little pretty princess of the family. She was the golden child. All blessings, presents, and attention would go to her. They praised her like she was some sort of goddess.

Where was the fairness here? Oh wait, it didn't exist.

After cursing at the world, and how unfair the entire kingdom was, he finished mopping the floor. Tiles of the bathroom were shining like it had just been painted with gloss. Probably because someone had to clean it.

Not only that, but all his other work was also done: All the supplies had been restocked. Everything was hand-cleaned with loads of soap, water, and scrubbing. And every single bathroom on each individual floor was cleaned. Whatever work he had to do in the bathrooms, it was finished. The rest of his day would've been free. Wait, no, probably the entire week.

Gos sighed in exhaustion, slouching his back before quickly straightening it again. After taking a quick break, which only lasted a few seconds, he started to load all his cleaning supplies back inside the cart. Salvaging a bit more energy and breath, he then started to wheel the cart out of the door.

While shoving the supply cart out of the bathroom's only entrance and exit, guess who decided to come towards the entrance? A guard. Of course, the guard was probably going to the bathroom. Because, it wasn't like Gos wasn't standing there, being productive, or important in any way. Nope, not at all.

Gos hated the guards.

They always thought so highly of themselves, just because they protected the King. They just thought they could waltz right wherever they wanted. And no one would ever try and stop them, because they "protected the kingdom". From all Gos saw, they just lounged around all they, stuffing themselves with food. And they claimed they were efficient and protecting the King.

Well, Gos wasn't going to let that happen.

When the guard was near Gos, they seemed to have found their eyes. Because the guy just seemed to have realized he existed. "Um, excuse me-"

"Move out of my way," Gos said, not bothering look at the guard.

"Okay, but-"

"Move out of my way," he presumptuously said, not allowing them to finish. "I just finished cleaning, so I don't need your dirty feet in there, ruining the bathroom floor. And I was here first. So, get out of my way."

"I- uh-" the guy stuttered.

"Do you not understand what the words 'get out' mean? It means to go away from here. Like I said, I just finished cleaning. And I'm pretty sure there are other bathrooms in the castle. 24 more, to be exact. Just use one of those and get out of my way."

The guard finally lost their voice, as the guard just stopped and stared. Finally, they muttered, "Rude..." And with that, he turned around, going back the way he came from.

Gos scowled at the guard and continued to go about his way. He didn't care about what anyone thought about it. In fact, he stopped caring a long time ago.

In the past, he used to be nice. Used to. But no matter how hard he'd tried, no one seemed to notice his kindness. So much effort was put into it. Whenever any help was needed, he was the first to volunteer. No one cared though. They'd still treated him like a piece of trash.

So why put any effort at all? If people didn't like him, why should he still try to be nice to them? Only to be treated rudely?

No. That wasn't going to happen, not to him. If people wanted to hate him, fine. Why should he care? Instead of being nice to everyone, he'd just behave like how they all wanted him to do. Everyone already hated him, so why not just give them another reason to hate on?

If people were talking about him, behind his back, then fine by him. Let it be like that. They're the ones who wanted it, not him.

As one of the supply closets came into view, the supply cart gradually came to a stop. The closets were a small room with shelves that had a bunch of cleaning supplies. Not that interesting. The paint in the walls had been chipping and the tiles were brown with all the dirt, last time he was inside. There had been barely enough space. Either one person could've fit inside, or a cart.

On the outside, where he was now standing, the door wasn't impressive. It was a shiny, white door with a mug-like handle jutting out. The only reason it was shining was because someone cleaned it. (Hint: Gos)

Gos stood in front of the door, now rummaging through the millions of keys on his keyring. How they all fit on that piece of circular metal without breaking, he had no clue.

He was trying to find that one that fit in, so he could just open the closet. Half of his energy just to find a tiny scrap of metal to open a door he probably wouldn't use for the rest of the day. As if that wasn't enough, the universe didn't allow him to find the right key.

I don't have time for this, Gos violently jangled through the keys. I don't have time for any of this.

Giving up, he went to a more convenient method: stabbing.

Taking one key in his hand, he jabbed it through the keyhole, trying to unlock it. If that key didn't work, he knew that was the wrong one. With that, he pulled it out and jabbed in another key. The process was repeated for all the keys, until of course, he found the right one.

It wasn't productive, but he wasn't about to spend hours looking through the stack of keys over and over, just to find one microscopic key..

If the king was so smart, how come he didn't make all the supply closets have the exact same key? Gos scorned. Would've saved a lot of time. Oh wait: King Rhon has no time to come up with that, because he's so busy sitting on his throne all day.

When he turned the last key, the closet finally opened. Who would've guessed it? The last key being the right one, after trying out all of it. Such a shocking discovery.

Instead of celebrating, he kicked the cart inside, supplies and all. Before the cart fully went in, he slammed the door. Without a second thought, he walked away from the storage, shoving his keys back inside his pocket.

Gos could've called it a day and sleep for the rest of the day, being as unproductive as possible. Yes, he could've told King Rhon. Did he want to? No. If he did, he'd probably be assigned to clean the showers next.

A hard pass for Gos. Everytime he did it, it was torturous.

Instead of choosing either of those, there was a third option. There was always a third option, no matter what others said. Naturally he chose that.

It wasn't really a task, or anything like that. However, it wasn't unproductive or lazy either. In fact, it was... more of a personal project of his.

In simple terms: Gos had some unfinished business to tend to.

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A/N:

Well, that was the first chapter!

Even though we don't know much about Gos yet, what are your thoughts? Do you like his character? Hate it?

Also, do you prefer longer chapters or shorter chapters? Because the chapters in this book is kind of lengthy... each over 1k words.

Anyways, enjoy the rest of your day/night.