They call me king but it is merely name. I am also a human child much like you.
Carnelian is a level headed and composed man. He almost never loses his composure even under shocking nor urgent circumstances. He's rarely seen showing various expressions beside neutral and smiling. His way of speaking, his gestures, and his attitudes are all noble and gentle. He's easy to approach but gives off an intimidating aura.
As a leader, Carnelian is revered and feared. He's usually a lenient person so long as no one crosses the line. He always thinks through every issue carefully and never hesitates in taking decisions. He's respectful and merciful to most and he's ruthless to those who deserve. As a father and the family's head, he's doting and caring. Sometimes to a point of being overprotective, but he could resist from overdoing it.
Carnelian is actually an arrogant person, although it doesn't seem that way due to his capability and characteristics. He only speaks the truth and he would never underestimate anything unless it's proven to be true. And thus why to people's eyes, his prideful statements seem fair, or rather doesn't sound prideful at all. Still, there are people who hate his arrogance.
Once you're determined to choose a path, you must be prepared for the consequences as well.
Carnelian was born as the first prince of Regalion. He was raised to behave noble and wise as how someone in line for the throne should be. Although he was born with a gold spoon on his hand, he wasn’t free at all. Every second of his life was scheduled, every movement was observed, every decision was judged. He experienced both love and loathing, as well as all the darkness of society early in his life.
He was a young child but he became too mature for his age. He completely understood that all of these are his responsibilities and he had to shoulder it. He didn't particularly feel burdened, he considered his position as a pride, except for when he saw other kids his age freely playing outside. Those moments had always made him feel suffocated and envious. There was no play time scheduled in his life. There wasn't any sibling he could play with, except life and death game for the throne.
Fortunately for him, his mentor Nino was of a kind and gentle soul. He had always made time for the both of them to secretly have leisure time instead of training. From mundane talk to storytelling time, even tag games once in a while, those activities managed to sooth and cheered the boy up. His parents were loving but they weren't aware that a child would still need to act like their age regardless.
The cycle repeated for hundreds of years. His scheduled life, his once in a while rendezvous. Due to their race's unique constitutions, the royal families weren't allowed to step out of the palace area to avoid getting seen until they were about to inherit the throne. Only after more than two hundred years was he allowed to step out of the palace and see the real world for the first time ever.
As Carnelian grew, the childish envy slowly vanished. Yet now he finally felt freedom once he stepped outside, albeit faux and for a fleeting moment. Just by then he actually felt alive. Saw the condition of his land and people with his own eyes. Met the other nobles from the seven clans who became his good friends. Met and brought three children home. Fell in love with a commoner lady who would arosen his urge to break free from royalty's shackles. All happened in a rather short decade.
A tragedy unforeseen by everyone occurred. It was a scorching winter where thousands of Void lives were taken away by the hands of humans who found out their real identity. Fear of their strength, greed for their priceless stone heart. Whichever the reason was, it could never be justified nor forgiven. Less than a hundred people survived. Only Carnelian, his uncle Quartz, and his niece Spinel from the royal family who survived.
During the time the survivor group fled, Carnelian had to stay tough and strong while mourning just as everyone else. He had to lead and become everyone's sole pillar despite himself breaking apart from losing his whole family and empire. It was fortunate that two of his families and several of his friends, including his love interest survived. They became the smaller pillars who helped Carnelian stand strong.
The quiet winter made him miss his days he called prison back then. The precisely scheduled days, the life risking struggle for the throne, those painful events became something he longed for. At that very moment he realized the reason he managed to withstood the two hundred years he lived. His land, his people, their smile, those were his pride.
Everything had perished except for the few survivors beside him. He felt the need to properly protect his people this time. Building the Division and Wings were one of his own ways to achieve that goal. Due to his dedication in building Liberion, people consider him as the king of all Voids. Despite only in name, he still holds power literally and figuratively, “governing” the nation from the shadows.