Naoya

You were nothing.
The illegitimate son of the mighty king.
Born from a lowly dragon; a false prince. Nothing more than a sham that could never dream of the throne.

You were worthless.
Your existence nothing more than a mistake.

That ends today.

You stare at the husk that your 'dear' Father used to inhabit.
The pool under his body proof that his blue blood was just another of his lies.
You can't help but laugh.
This ... thing has been haunting your dreams since you were a hatchling.
But today is the day when your nightmares end.

Your laughter finally stops and you can't help but look around the throne room that is now yours.
You take your crown and sit in your throne.
What a wonderful day! You can't help but laugh again!

When you stop again, you can't help but notice the quiet.
Is no one fighting anymore? have the guards given up?
Or have your allies fell, the royal guard incapable of even imagining about their precious king falling at your claws?

It's only moments later that you see the resistance enter triumphantly into the throne room.
You can't help but shout in honor to your victory.
They chant with you and you can't help but smile at the idea of them being your guard.

"Ooh, your Majesty! In Honor of your newly acquired title we couldn't help but bring you a present!"
Says Kaido - the leader of the resistance - before another of your allies drops someone in front of you.
"Cain!"
Abel - the one true heir - shouts with tears in his eyes.
...
No.
Your brother shouts with tears in his eyes.

"What a better prize than the head of the prince?"
Says Kaido as he slams Abel's head against the floor.
The Mirror heir tries to fight the bigger dragon but his small frame is useless against that of a Guardian. He can't help but look at you with big pleading eyes, asking for you, his beloved big brother - the illegitimate son - for help.
...
"No" You say, with the sureness of a king. "He has not done and will not do us harm."

Wrong answer.

Even in the middle of the pain - after being stabbed by the claws of the ones you once thought allies, feeling your blood pool under you, just like the body of the previous king next to you - you can't help but feel glad that he ran away.

You are his brother after all.