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The Sick Shadow King and the Caring Commoner

In an old, far away land there was a kind, sweet king and his three sons who wished to capture the crown and rule after their father. Each son had a nickname for when he became king.

The oldest was the Smug King because he was smug in everyway imaginable.

The middle son was the Cold King because he never opened up to anybody and was very unfeeling.

The youngest of the three was known as the Shadow King because nobody knew anything about him. He lurked in the shadows and he was always calm, cool, and calculating.

The king was gathering information about his sons in his own special way. He had to decide which would take the throne because he was very old and sure that any day he would die. He formed an ingenious plan. He called a princess form a neighboring town but told nobody. The princess was only by blood though; she worked long hours and looked very much like a servant.

"Whichever of my sons can look through your outside and see your wonderful inside will marry you and become king," he explained to her. She agreed to his plan and the next day she started work. Only one prince seemed to notice the new servant in the castle but he said nothing; what was one servant, more or less?

A sickness spread throughout the land and this, my dear readers, is where the story truly begins.

A/N:I know this first chapter sucks but I was kinda going for the whole fairy tale beginning so please forgive me and read on.