Waton was afraid. He bit his lip, staring at Amon in front of him and in that instant, he understood what it felt like to face death.
In his heart, he felt all the ways he could die. In his mind, he saw every possible way it would happen.
Waton was a prince of Valtheron. Among all the emperor's children, he was the only one who shared the same attribute as his father, the Time Attribute.
He had time… yet it was never enough. Waton was a slow learner. His other siblings were brilliant, eloquent, and filled with talent.
Waton was the one exception. What his siblings could grasp in minutes, Waton would take days to understand.
He tried gods, he tried staying up longer, working harder. But he was always the laggard, the one who was too slow.
He could still remember the disappointment in his father's eyes, the whispers in the palace. No one respected him.
'You will never accomplish anything of worth.'
