January 3rd, 1887.
Prologue
Know exactly who you are, underneath that tiara.
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Children lose their innocence piece by piece. The layers are carved away until our hearts have been exposed and polished into an unnatural gloss. Sometimes we wonder why we were eve loved so passionately and how we dreamed of life so simply, before the truth chisels you down to the core and rips away everything you ever cared about.
On a dark fall night, six years after my mother, Katelyn Kore Origins; The queen of the (probably) universally known kingdom. “ Kingdom of the Peruvian Lily „ Peruvian Lilies are flowers that grow in the field of my castle; or like many call it, the Peruvian Palace. Mother has a garden full of them! Oh, if only she could still take care of them.
A propane camp lantern hissed mad clanking sounds as I ran through the damp forest. The snapping of branches beneath me made my body tremble. The cold wind blowing against my pearly white skin caused a shiver, tho I couldn't stop moving to rest, I had to find shelter.
The guards of Peruvian Lily were out searching for me, I recently paid a visit to Peruvian Lily to see if anything had changed. There were wanted posters posted up against taverns and shops. I was going to grab a drink until one of the guards spotted me, mistaking me for a thief. I've been on the run since.
The head of the Royal Guard, my favorite person in the world, besides the town musician Nikki, Chief Spirit. She was one of the best fighters in the entire kingdom and mothers personal bodyguard. Besides— Besides father.
Spirit had been looking for me for years, supposedly I had been presumed dead. No one can find traces of me luckily. I don't want to be found.
The moment I ran away I knew the Kingdom would never forgive me. I would never forgive myself either.
November 20th, 1996
Six Weeks Before Coronation Day
Chapter 1
“ Alstroemeria ”
Steps echoed through the lonesome hall. The male found himself leisurely walking through the halls of a castle that, on another day, would be crowded, full of tourists, children, maids. The elegant tapestries decorated the walls, the sweet scent of the Peruvian Lilies floated throughout the corridor. The golden designed laid across the walls.
“Stair!” Jazzy jogged up beside him waving a sheet of paper in the air excitedly.
Alastair turned to face the little boy, a smile crept up upon his face. He knelt down to give him a gentle pat on the head. “Hello, Jaz. Why aren't you in the dining room helping Dot set up the tables for dinner?”
Dot was the castle maid, or how Alastair likes to call it, their friend. She often hung out with Alastair during his tea breaks on the balcony before she'd have to go back to work.
“Well, I was until I got distracted with my drawing I made for you and mama!”
Alastair's heart melted but felt petrified when he mentioned their mother. “Jaz..” He started, he put his hands on his brothers shoulders and looked him in the eyes. “Mother isn't coming home.”
“I know! It just makes me feel better when I say she is.” The visible pain and lack of faith in his eyes sparkled. It seemed almost painful to look at. With a sigh, Alastair nodded and motioned toward the drawing. “May I see your drawing, Jazzy?”
Jaz seemed to smile wide and giddily turned the paper for Alastair to see. It was three stickmen that were labled ‘Alastair’, ‘Mama’, and ‘Jaz (The coolest)’.
Alastair chuckled happily and sniffled softly. “It's an amazing drawing, Jaz. You did wonderful. I'll hang it up on my bedroom wall.”
The small boy giggled and nodded with a wide smile and ran off back towards the dining room. What a sweet kid.
July 6th, 1881
Six years before the coronation
“ Wait.. what? ”
Huff Huff. The Shadows of a figure rushed through the halls as the moonlight shone through the tied curtains. The soft rushed steps against the soft carpet could be heard rough the corridor.
A bold man approached a wooden door. The king opened the door to reveal one of the nurses and maid Dot panicked. The nurse was hunched, mumbling frustrated phrases.
“Dot! What happened to my wife?!"
“Your highness, sir, please calm down. Look we don't—”
“What do you mean you don't know?! This is my wife we're talking about!"
The King said furiously, mostly with worry and confusion in his tone.
The nurse looked sadly toward the King and stepped away from the body she cared for; or atleast attempted. There laid what seemed to be a lifeless Queen Kore on a comfortable yet blood-stained featherbed. She had a stab wound lodged right between her right arm and her rib.
“No..”
The man mumbled.
“Your highness, I'm doing everything I can, but the wound was already infected when we arrived.”
Tap.. Tap.. Tap
Two little boys, one the age of 15 and the other 9, walked into the room with a sleepy and drowsy expression. “Father.. what's going on?”
The nurse bowed her said in sorrow, Dot looked away as even he couldn't take this.
The King, who will now go by Cody for the rest of the story because King sounds weird, faced his children with a hurt and shocked expression. He didn't think they were awake at this time.
The golden haired boy (The oldest), walked over to the lifeless corpse expecting anything like a sick mother or even a resting mother, but when he went to wake her up, he froze as blood started to paint his hands.
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Lily of the Incas
Know exactly who you are, underneath that tiara.
