P R O L O U G E
Lua, my dear Lua. I wish I could be here with you now, but you will never see me again. Do you remember the bad-men I told you about? Once you have read this letter, they will have killed me. Please cherish this letter, but, sadly, you will not remember me. Take this tablet, and keep it safe. Make sure no one ever finds it. I love you, my darling son. Farewell.
I will be watching over you, always.
C H A P T E R Z E R O
LUA. MOTHER HAD given that name to him. Even when all others would call him by another, he still remembered Lua. Kanalora, that was what everyone called him, wasn’t it. That was his name. Prince Kanalora of Cadirawyn.
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However, she was hardly treated as royalty and was definitely not in line for the throne.
Lua had once thought to ask his father—the Lord King—on the matter of whom his birthmother was but the man rarely allows the company or audience of his hopeless son. His father had disapproved of his son’s uninterest in politics, combat, and anything that would be required of the heir to the throne. This fifteen-year-old prince was simply mediocre at everything. Lua half believed that his half-sister would make a much better Queen then he King. Apparently, the young prince was not the only one who thought this and rumours had spread that Dirala will take the throne solely because she would be better than the alternative. There was also the fact that Lua was extremely disliked within the court and within the castle in general.
Lua’s sharp eyes examined every inch of the small letter, hoping to find a hidden message that spoke of the ‘bad-men’ in greater detail, but sadly, to no avail. The paper held no secrets. At least, none that he could find.
Lua lowered the paper, pressing it to his chest as he stared up at the large, arched ceiling of his plum coloured bedchambers.
Truth be told, Lua held no recollection of his early life. His earliest memory was when he was nine where all he could remember was the cool chill of silence and the darkness that shrouded his eyes, before violently waking in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room, and surrounded by unfamiliar faces. In his cold, clenched palm was the tablet tied around the letter. Lua has long since forgotten the faces of those who stood over his unconscious body. They were simply blurs now, faces that have faded with the passage of time.
The faint chimes of the tall, white bell tower in the distance quickly brought Lua back to reality. The chimes had no meaning. The bells did not tell the time, or alert the lords and ladies of criminals. They simply rang a beautiful, comforting sound that reminded him of the woman from the letter. He did not know why, but Lua always felt close to Her when hearing the chimes.
Two taps resounded from his main door and a trio of chambermaids entered the young prince’s bedchambers. Lua slipped the tablet with the letter into the pocket of his pale-blue doublet.
“Excuse us, Lord Prince,” one girl said, which was then repeated by the other two. Lua made no movement to show that he acknowledged their entry. He merely sat on the windowsill, out of the way of the chambermaids as they switched the linen bed sheets of his exceptionally large bed. Lua nonchalantly moved his eyes to glance at the three girls. Two of the girls were most likely around the same age, both with short, brown hair. These two arranged the sheet-covers as the younger girl, who had long, tangles of black hair, held the sheets in her tiny, clumsy arms. Lua curiously watched the three girls prepare the bed then leave. But, before they shut the door, the eldest stopped at his doorframe. She spoke...