Kingdom Celestia ~ A Loveless Nest
Prologue
Once upon a time, there's a small field in a kingdom far, far away where the most beautiful and lushes flowers are found because of a witch, a white witch who is fond in growing them in all kinds and sizes. However, before you could find the succulent paradise, you will venture the harsh mire and a cursed forest with dead ghouls that no one ever return after stepping in. Only those you yield powers like witches and warlocks could stay untouched.
The white witch strolled at a daily basis of purchasing herbs for her healing potions which she will sell later that afternoon at the busy central of the Kingdom of Celestia. She hid her true presence by layers of fabric whenever she went out of her sanctuary because people with extraordinary lineage are still unacceptable to dwell.
One day, a man came across her tiny space and asked how much for a potion. He was a middle-aged man of prominent features but in dust and rags for clothing. His steel blue-gray irises struck the witch's pale amber ones. There's only one lineage that could have those pristine colour— the royal family of Chrysies Celestia. It was the King of Celestia himself buying cheap healing potion. But the King also in incognito therefore smiling while hushes her for a little secret—He heard someone sales elixirs that proved to cure any illness so he can give them to his valet who came down with a fever but the local doctor said it was too late for the poor servant. The white witch admired the King's dedication for his royal subjects thus; she gave him a free elixir that could save the man's life.
A few days later, the King returned without the dusty rags of clothes but in apparel suited for Royals—in the finest fabric, studded with jewels from head to toe with the imperial guards and the one who perhaps the dying servant. The King requested the witch to come to the palace for a thanksgiving feast.
The feast pooled with delicacies lining the long rectangular table, it could feed a battalion of knights or the whole country itself. It was gloriously prepared with chamber maids at every seat and footmen waiting to be ordered. The chandeliers glitter like the largest diamond, bigger than the witch's small cottage made with light materials.
After the extravagant meal, the King humbly requested for the witch to serve her as a pharmacist in the imperial palace, offering the great deal of knowledge from books of herbs and spices also internal writings from medical professions. However, the witch is torn between the life with her flowers and the life she fantasized. She requested for the King if she could grow flowers on the castle field, this earns the King's approval.
The King kept an eye on her ever since they met, he doesn't know why but his solitary life in the castle suddenly appeared. A few months later, the King proposed to the witch if she could become his Queen.
Years had passed and the witch's happiness soar, a cozy life with a loving husband, a spacious space to tend her flower bushes and now, the most precious thing in this world—a child. Not only a child, but her child, her very own flesh and blood, she couldn't ask for more. However, after the child's birth she grew fearful every single day. Her child is not only a human prince but also flowing in his veins is a powerful bind... a witch's child. She never mentioned to her King that his Queen has a blood of an enchanted woman for the sake of having a normal life.
Then one night, she decided to confess to the King. She knew love will go beyond anything in this world and it will be the reason for him to accept her who she is. Except... she found his King underneath a young beautiful woman. He heard the King's moan of pleasures, promising riches and everything she ever wanted—even his own heart.
In the witch's dismay, the power that slept within her shook the entire castle bringing forth her wrath. Her feelings of love changed to pure hatred, the white hearted witch turned as black as ebony. She cursed the King—until he bit the dust, he will desire flesh above emotion, his descendants will forever dwell in the sea of emptiness, quenching the thirst of satisfaction. They will continue to crave a even the temporary relief. Thus, followed by the harlot—A curse that will put the next cycle of women wander for the half of her soul, for the owner of her heart and true beauty of life.