"The battleground is my kingdom. The King can keep his fucking throne."
"They took everything from me, now it's time for me to take back what's mine."
A tale of blood, revenge and betrayal. Where anger and love are painted with the very same color of red.
The young grand prince of the Kingdom of Aetheria, a heartless monster and a devil of looks could kill for what he wants. But unfortunately the throne of Aetheria was meant for the Crown Prince Christopher Damir, the elder brother of the prince.
When suddenly a new twist was added to his monstrous life, a young helpless maid was appointed in the grand palace who caught his eyes.
"The lord of darkness kneels before me."
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.
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The skies were blue without a single hint of cloud in sight. The day was as clear as any. The streets of Aetheria were bustling with life, merchants calling out their goods trying to catch their customers's attention.
Citizens going about in their day to day life, completely disregarding the chaos a war can bring.
In the middle of the very city, stood the pride of Aetheria - the grand palace built by the immense hard work of the ancestors of the royal family.
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Guards standing at attention, soldiers marching in formation, maids scurrying to fulfill their duties, cooks preparing the morning meal and advisors discussing matters of the kingdom.
As if the palace was the centre of the town, the very foundation of all the life here.
The grand throne room was empty, almost empty.
The only person standing there was the king, dressed in his regal robe, staring at a painting of the night sky hanging above the throne, his eyes tracing the bright stars, shining down on the painting.
"Sir Edward." said the king, yet his eyes didn't move away from the painting.
A man entered the room, dressed in his knight armor. "You called for me, your majesty?"
"Indeed, come closer." The king commanded.
The knight did as he was told and walked closer to the king, standing next to him.
The king's eyes still staring at the painting, not bothering to give even a glance at his knight.
After a while, he finally removing his eyes from the painting, turned to the knight.
