The Prologue
The great and mighty palace of Thrace, home of Cinyras the King of Thrace, his wife Myrra, and their beloved son.
The Palace was a sight to see, beautiful and elegant. Ionic Columns stood tall and strong. Rich cloth draped all around. Expensive pottery and family busts were on display for anyone, who was allowed to enter, to admire.
Light poured into the palace, and flowers and plants grew all around, vines grew along columns, and touched the tiles. Flowers bloomed in the sunlight and really brought it all home.
Through the halls of the palace there were rooms holding art, rooms holding treasures, rooms holding the wealth of Thrace
Everything was majestic and beautiful, but it all paled in comparison to the royal son, Prince Adonis, Heir to Thrace.
He lay in his lounge chair, his brown skin looked soft and warm, he had perfect golden hair with a light blue band across his head, he wore a lovely white, rich, chitin. His face was the definition of beauty, perfectly symmetrical, his body was, lean, not overly beefy. He was fair and soft, graceful as a prince should be.
He stood and sauntered to the window, over viewing his garden. He inhaled the view, softly. Vines that had grown up to meet his window, bloomed flowers, he lightly touched one of the tiny flowers. "You are very beautiful my friend. It is no wonder why you have come to meet me here, beauty is after all, the best company for beauty" he laughed
The prince had a wonderful life, he looked forward to becoming king, he looked forward to meeting his future partners. He knew everything would come to him if he waited, so wait he did.
While he was waiting in luxury, evil was plotting against him hiding out of view from laws and rulers, a group of people bent on controlling Thrace were plotting against the royal family…
What would come next?