Assassins vs Bodyguards

Prologue

I was born on the day the world ended. At least, that was how my mother described it. The ballroom turned into a slaughterhouse, metal and blood clashed together in a macabre dance that left soldiers and rebels in heaps on our alabaster floor. 

Our hallways laid waste like battlefields, as our guards snatched my mother away to hide into the tunnels that webbed throughout the castle. It was there, in the dark, my mother released me into the chaos that is the Morhaven Castle. My first cries were overwhelmed by the screams of our people just on the other side of the stone wall.

By morning, the screams had died down, there was no guard to check in on us, but my mother, desperate to find my father and brother pushed on the stone wall that slide open to an abandoned servants hallway. 

This part of the castle was dark, for there were no windows lining the walls here, and there was no one to bother with lighting the lanterns. It was no surprise that she stumbled not even 2 steps away from we hid. It was a surprise however, when she heard her son, prince Roael, mumbling beneath the body that she fell over.

Neither of them had ever wanted to talk aboutwhat happened after, they only told me that father fought to keep Roael alive, butwhen he couldn't reach the tunnels in time, all he could do was to hide his sonwhen the rebels tore him apart. 

Something in my mother broke that night, evennow her mind is broken. The only times I get glimpses of the real her is duringa full moon, a night that resembled the first time she met my father the lateking. 

People tell me that they were not surprised that the queen would repeat the cycle of the cruelty associated with our family name. If they only knew that there were darker forces that chained our hands...our every action to its whims.