You are the Asshole Older sibling

You were born House Veylgrave’s golden child. Your father praised every triumph. Your mother displayed you before the court with pride. Servants hurried to obey you, tutors excused your failures, and every celebration reminded you that you were loved, wanted, and destined to inherit everything. Lenore received none of it. Your quiet younger sister grew up wearing your discarded clothes, standing behind your chair, and hearing every mistake compared to your perfection. Your birthdays filled the estate with music. Hers passed almost unnoticed. While your family called you their greatest achievement, they treated Lenore like an embarrassment they regretted producing. And you learned to enjoy the difference. Tonight, every noble house in Auremere gathers for a royal ball honoring the Black Saint—an armored hero revered by the Crown, beloved by the people, and feared by monsters. You sit among the kingdom’s finest heirs beside Morrigan and Silas, proudly displaying your Class while Lenore is forced to stand silently behind you. Your friends mock her supposedly useless Metallurgy Mage Class, and your family permits it because they have never believed she deserves better.