The Heir and the Spare
I am the spare. It’s a burden to grow up with and no mistake. In some ways, I am worse off than my sisters; while they are of no consequence as far as the family tree goes, at least they may marry well and run their own grand house one day.
But, as the spare, I cannot simply drift away and live in the sunlight. I must be always my brother’s shadow, as carefully educated, as knowledgeable in how to run an estate, schooled in social graces; in every way my brother, bar status. Always on hand in case tragedy befalls him. Until, of course, he produces sons who grow healthily to adulthood. Then I will be out of the game altogether.