I am King.

Chapter One

Being born son of a king and being born of a slave are two different things though both are human, one is headed for immense riches, while the other a fate deprived of relaxment but when wise men say opposite attracts it is quite true.

Our tale starts on the fateful night of the birth of Crown Prince- Geuma which also happened to be the time of the finding that slave Ga ok was six months pregnant.

'Catch her!'

The six month old carrier ran whilst her masters guards pursued her. If she died the baby would die if she lived, it would live but under the shadow of her masters cruel children. She ran past the capital bureau a runaway slave was due for an hanging, if caught: Soon soldiers on horseback clambered after. What she was doing could be seen as treason.

It was dark and patrol guards with fire- torches were unavoidable, so she stopped and reasoned. The only place her child would be safe was in the palace. She hid till dawn masking her gasps abd pain rid her dreams, her child also grew uncomfortable. 

At dawn she resumed her journey, with her adversaries close behind her, they had stopped to sleep too, she was vigilant steadfast against her tormentors. 

That is. Till she reached the palace, towering above her steadfast and fearfully lit with screams and gasps, Widaehan ganghan holdeo it was called. "The great strong holder." 

Run with soldiers, impenetrable, she was forced to her knees and grew unconscious.

                          Now a shaman upon coming out of the palace, came upon a young pregnant woman lying on the floor, a dark, weakened aura rode with her. She was bleeding and of low status- according to her clothing, she must have been a slave. Looking about her aware of her punishment, if she was to be caught. She gently carried the maiden, into the palace and hid her in her quarters.

She prayed and fasted and lead a hidden month. The woman drifted in and out of consciousness, she must have led a hard life, the baby would be born in two months and she was bedridden.

The night of a month and four days, she drifted awake.

'Are you alright.' She said hurrying to her side. As she tried to sit up. 'Don't try to.' 

She stood up and wetted her forehead, 'You have a high fever. ' She said gently applying a towel. 'But you are now awake. Welcome to the palace.'

She marveled and wondered, though the lowly palace shaman was among positions of no credit, Ga ok thought it heaven.

'Widaehan ganghan holdeo.' She croaked and for the first time in her life relaxed. For the next few days, the shaman did her duties, news of Ga ok's pregnancy died, and she was as quiet as she had ever been.

                      Now far away yet close by the crown price of higher status had been visually named. Rumors went that it wasn't a legitimate child and could not be king. Rumors states a red meteor was seen. A bad omen.

The queen only aged forty five to an eighty year old king, her second husband, she had been barren for the past twenty years of her marriage and had conceived only a month ago, she was and had always been fragile and her healthy plump baby was costing her life.

She cried tears of blood, her vile conceit had caused the death of her ind and loving husband. Then she had been forced to marry the king who was thirty five when she was born. Her father planned a rebellion to kill her son, so that he can get the throne. 

She took her last breath, 'Father.' she said, 'kill my husband and my child.'