Hi!

So, this fanfic just popped into my head one evening and here it is. Since I'm on holiday, I have a lot of free time and will try to update every second day. The Prologue is a bit short, but I'll work on longer chapters from now on. If you're reading my other story 'All over Again', please note that I have not abandoned it, I was just having a dry spell and was very busy, I'm writing the next chapter and it should be up today or tomorrow.

Love,

BookwormWRITINGwhiz

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The small red headed child trembled, wrapped in the arms of her brother, the boy with snow white hair held firm to her, his green eyes just as fearful as those of his sister as the two siblings heard the sound of the scuffle ensuring outside the chest where the two were hidden. A small whimper escaped the girl's lips and she was instantly hushed by the older boy who releasing one hand from his sister's vice like grip lifted the top of the trunk ever so slightly, just a crack, and immediately wished he hadn't.

The two watched with glazed green eyes as their parents were slaughtered before them by the King's Royal Guard. Paralyzed by horrid fascination and terror the two gazed on as the scene unfolded before them. Their father struggling until one of them impaled a spear through his forehead, the splintering scream that echoed from their mother. Soon enough the soldiers turned to the unarmed lady, groping her shamelessly as she pleaded for them to stop. Suddenly the cries stopped as one of them slit the woman's throat with a dagger.

Smirking, joking and over all pleased the looting men exited the gypsies' caravan with all they could scavenge, leaving the children immobilized with horror. Tears were streaming down the girl's face as she looked up at her brother who gazed upon her with the same emotion. Together the two made a vow to themselves and each other.

To never cry again.

To be brave.

To avenge their parents.

And to wreck havoc upon the King who broke their family apart.

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The young golden prince spared playfully with the raven haired boy in front of him, their wooden swords cracking together with dull thuds. Under the shade of the tree a yard away, a raven haired girl smiled as she watched their antics before turning back to her governess and play kitchen.

Breathing hard, the prince knocked the play weapon out of his opponent's hand. Grinning, he taunted, "Third time in a row, dear friend. Want to join sister dear in a game of house, eh?"

Scowling on the surface but his blue eyes glittering with mischief, the boy replied, "Not at all, my friend. Are you sure it is not you who wishes to join the womenfolk? That is the second time you have propositioned a change in activity."

His eyebrows raised, the young prince opened his mouth to retort, only to be silenced by the echoing trumpet of bugles, announcing the return of the King.

The golden boy turned to his best friend, a silent plea in his eyes to which the latter merely shrugged and gestured for him to go on. His face breaking into a giant grin, the Crown Prince dropped his sword and ran into the throne room, where his father was awaiting.

As the young boy pushed open the giant, oak doors he heard the angry voices of his father conversing with a courtier.

"-innocent people, Your Highness. No sin had they committed which was punishable in the manner in which they were executed."

"I care naught for the emotions of gypsies and such, they do not adhere to my laws, so why ever should they be protected by them? Indeed-"

The young prince, without further thought pushed the door open. The hinges creaked in revolt as the massive doors swung open to reveal a red faced King and harried looking adviser. Flipping his hand in a dismissing gesture, the Golden prince approached as the courtier scurried away, grateful for exemption from the conversation.

"Welcome home, Father." Said the young boy in a strong voice, his eyes awestruck as he gazed up at his Father, his idol.

"The whole kingdom is my home, Son" said the King imperiously, "But, it is good to see you again. You have grown well in the time I was away."

The boy nodded his head graciously before questioning, "How was your trip? Is it true of the Ice giants and fey and-"

"Silence, boy. It shall not do well for you to keep your head in the clouds. There be no magic but in fairy tales, which you ought to have outgrown."

The young child nodded solemnly, "I am sorry, Father."

"As you should be. But never mind, my trip was a success, we have extended our frontiers to the Mountains now."

"You are a great ruler, Father."

The King did not reply to that, instead choosing to ascend to his throne. As he sat down, he ignored the look of absolute adoration in his son's eyes, for when he was not capable of human emotion, how was he to recognize it?

The young prince excused himself, and as he exited the throne room, and made a promise to himself.

To be a ruler as great as his Father.

To do him proud.

To rule.