The fourth prince awaited at the entrance of the throne room for the king to usher him in.“The King and Queen await for you your majesty,” the royal guard shakenly announced. The Prince was back and he was still the same as he left. Vague. Passive. Angry. Beastly.With pride, his shoulders held back in honor and the crown on his head he made his way into the throne room bowed before the king and queen.“Prince Lucian to what do we owe this visit this evening,” the queen asks staring at him in detest.How was he so lucky? Seven times now she had made sure to send him to war, at the front lines and he always came back victorious and unscratched. She had rehearsed for mourning. She even tore her favorite garment while at it, she really thought this time he was going to come back dead and unrecognized. How was he so lucky? Who is this God that he serves that every time he manages to stay alive?He was nothing but a son of a con
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