25 Years Earlier:

King Alric of Arram one his youngest son, Prince Landon, were awoken late one night by two bloodcurdling screams. The two men ran into each other in the hall, in search of the source of the hellish sounds.

"Father! Did you hear...?" The young prince asked.

"Yes, my son." King Alric said seriously, " Surely, only someone in great pain or fear could have made those sounds. Be on your guard."

Prince Landon nodded, "Where is mother? Is she safe?"

"She went to check on you sister, about an hour ago. The poor lady awoke with a terrible nightmare. She wanted to make sure Sarah was alright. We best ensure that they know to remain together. Safety in numbers you know."

The King and Prince made their way to the little princess's room. Sarah wasn't the king's daughter, but she was treated and loved as if she was. Anyone who met the little nine year old instantly adored her rosy freckled cheeks, sweet smile, and blue green eyes. She was a strong contrast to her mother, Queen Alyssa, and the rest of the royal family, who all had dark chocolate hair, flawless skin and hazel eyes. King Alric didn't resent nor punish Queen Alyssa for her affair. They had married at a young age and by the will of their families.
When the men reached Sarah's room, they were surprised to see the door cracked open and light streaming out into the hallway. The men cautiously opened the door and saw a terrible sight. Prince Aaron, the King's oldest son stood in the room. A bloody sword that had been on a crest on the wall was clutched in his hand. The queen and the little princess lay at his feet. Dead.
"Good Lord..." Landon gasped in horror at his brother's actions.
Aaron turned around to look at his brother and father. A shaky smile was spread across his face and his eyes were wide with adrenaline.
"Look, Father,"he said pointing at the Queen and Princess with his blade, "I've killed the sources of your shame! You don't have to worry about your treacherous wife and her bastard any longer!"
King Alric shook with rage and grief, "The only traitor here is you! I have never been ashamed of anyone in this family until now!"
Landon knelt to the floor, cradling the bodies of his mother and half sister. Aaron looked at his father in anger.
"I have done you a great service!" He shouted,"You should be thanking me!"
"You're actions will only cause this kingdom and this family, of which you are no longer a part of, great misery! You, Aaron of Arram are a traitor and a murder! If you were not once my son, I would have you executed, but instead you will spend the rest of your sinful life imprisoned in Haus Des Teufels."King Alric declared.
"You have no right!" Aaron snarled and started toward the king.
Landon, sensing his brother's fury and bloodlust, quickly shot to his feet. He took the second sword from the crest and stood in between his father and brother. The swords clashed as the brothers dueled, neither willing to back down. Unfortunately for Landon, his brother was fueled by anger and a desire for revenge. Seeing his youngest son's defense weakening, King Alric took hold of the third and final sword from the crest. Aaron, distracted by his father, turned all of his attention to the king, leaving an opening in his defense against his little brother. With the hilt of his sword, Landon landed a blow to the back of Aaron's head, knocking him unconscious, but not before the traitor was able to stab the king's shoulder.
The king would die within the week, but not before seeing Aaron imprisoned, and declaring Landon king of Arram. Landon was saddened by the loss of his parents and sister, and by his brother's betrayal, but He ruled Arram as his father had, and it wasn't long before the young king was married to a young duchess, who soon gave birth to a baby girl, with hair, white as snow, and eyes, as blue as ice.

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