AMOR

1. Little Lord

South of Diamonds

"Wake up, Little lord. It is time."

Miss Margarine stood at the end of the room as the curtains flew open with a smile on her face. It was finally time when the sixteen year old would be married to his cousin, Amber.

Anything he could do to make his father proud and his family happy.

He got up immediately and hugged his governess. The only person in the world who knew his secret. They never talked about it, ever. But she accepted him in a way his own mother couldn't. He still blamed himself for what happened to her and couldn't meet his father's eyes to this day.

He made his way to the hot spring only to be met with his bestfriend, Colvondeo.

"And don't you look miserable, little lord." He stated as a matter of fact while giving Sean a stupid smirk.

Sean St. Lorenzo, the reverend's son. The reverend who owned almost half of the town. Who always talked about love and tolerance. What never made sense was the disgust in his eyes everytime Sean wanted to go out to play with Colv, who wasn't human to anyone, only the butcher's boy.

Colvendeo helped his master dry off as he stepped out of the bath. Once they were both dressed in suitable attires and looked adequate, they joined Miss Margarine, Colv's mother and Sean's sister, Lady Katarina, making their way to the carriage to leave for the wedding ceremony.

Deep down, the three of them knew that this was the last thing Sean wanted. To marry her. Don't get this wrong, there was no fault in Amber. She was beautiful. And unlike a lot of ladies, she was also smart and kind. Just not someone Sean wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

Colv had tried talking Sean out of this, tried reminding his master how he talked about finding love. But Sean's heart was overrun with guilt for the sins he didn't commit and he wasn't ready to admit that.

Maybe this was easier. Hiding in the shadow of redemption. Not really facing the fact that he could never stand up to his father.

So here they were, Colv as the bestman despite Sean's father's oppositions.

And what a wedding it was.

Sean looked beyond happy but if you looked close enough, you'll know how he despised this moment, making promises he never wanted to keep. He was praying for a miracle. Something. Anything.

"In sickness and in health--"

That's when they heard it. Doors barging open. Swords clanking together. Screams of poor women, cries of innocent children.

Sean tried to fight but he lost his voice as he witnessed Margarine's throat being slashed open. The only voices making to his ear were of his dear brother, his bestfriend as he was taken away from his home.

This was not the miracle he had hoped for. Sean got what he wanted. He didn't marry Amber but the price to pay was so much worse.

The next thing Sean knew, he was on a ship with hundreds of other men, women, children but still so alone. He didn't have to think twice whom these people were. Northmen.

As a child, Sean would listen to Margarine tell him about the King in the North and his Northmen.

The town Sean came from had no king. Only noblemen and reverends. People of God. Free men.

So the northmen invaded these lands whenever the king felt like it and would bring him back slaves and concubines whom he'd sell according to his liking and keep according to his liking.