The Puppeteer

"Daddy's Little Psycho And Mummy's Little Soldier"

"EVER SINCE I WAS OLD ENOUGH TO EVER WANT ANYTHING, I HAD DESIRED ONE THING, EVERYTHING" ~Kai Wildling~

         In the north, we called them the Dracine, a name well suited for the walking dead. They were myths, tales, they didn't exist, but I knew better. The old woman who sat in the Orchetbloom trees had told us that they could never touch us. If they had we'd be gone. I didn't understand what it meant to be gone, but I knew it wasn't going to be pleasant. Mother had told me, as long as I stayed in the north nothing could touch me. That worried me. I wouldn't be here for long, we wouldn't be safe for long, it was a feeling I just couldn't get rid off.

          Today was the day they came. The foreigners, the outsiders, with their pretty blonde hair and green, pale eyes. Today was the day the Laitines arrive. Queen Nebula of Valens and her four children. I didn't know much about the spawns, but I could say much of the southern queen, mother had told me she wasn't relevant. Lialike had told me she was a queen bitch, he had a way with words, but an even better way with swords. Not many people liked Lialike he was a force to be reckoned with,then again so we're mother and my brothers. We were northerners, after all, we were as harsh as the land we belong to. Kiera was looking forwards to the southerners, though, this didn't startle me, she seemed to hate the north.

          Nebula wasn't someone I was going to like, this much I knew. Still, mother had polished me and my brothers, we needed to look like what we were, Royals. Kal and Kain hated the southerners. Seck was the queen's brother, he like the rest of the Laitines was a spoiled, egotistic, brat, oh so I was told. Still, he was known as one of the best swordsmen in all of Valens, that was the only thing that could even slightly interest me.

          You know what they say, like mother like son. They had always told me, I resembled my mother, I had Raven black hair while my mothers was a fiery red. I was her fifth son, in southern terms I had long way to go. But this was the north and according to our customs, my mother would choose her heir. I was better than all of them and I knew it, but if Kain had truly wanted the throne I'd give it to him in an instant. Family comes first, after all.