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Prologue

It was dark. A woman walked through the darkness, cloaked in dark rags to hide her from any curious eyes. She walked along the edge of the forest that separated those of royal blood from those of peasantry. Not wanting to lose herself in the trees, she made sure to stay close to the clear area and allow the light of the stars and moon guide her.
Finally, after a long nights travel, she arrived in the peasant village. She crept around quietly, watching her every step as to not disrupt the quiet sleepy town. She looked around, creeping around the back of a cozy looking house with many flowers. She held a small bundle of rags, a small child laid comfortably in the rags, sleeping soundly and making cute sleepy noises. The child was no older than 4 months old, but the mother had no choice but to give him up. She cried silently over her son, taking in his pale face under the moonlight. She smiled, placing a sad kiss to his forehead before gently laying him on the doorstep. She knocked lightly on the door before slipping deep into the shadows. She watched from afar, waiting for the owner of the house to open the door and find her precious child.
The door opened and a soft light flooded out. An older woman peered out, looking around then down. Her soft eyes widened and she picked up the child. A small note was attached to the rags by a clothespin.
The older woman read the note, her older eyes needing the assistance of the nearby lantern. She squinted at the note, then at the child. The note told her to take good care of the child, to love him and care for him as he was in danger should he stay at his original home. She looked around for a possible suspect of who was the parent of the child. Finding no one, she took the child in. As the older woman slipped back into her house, a baby now in her possession, the mother wiped a few silent tears and ventured back out into the night.