Summary

Alfred is a prince with a terrible curse brought upon him by his own father, the king.

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Chapter two: Inherited Evil

It's not like I loved him. I can't imagine myself ever loving him. His tall lanky frame is grim like the devil and his eyes lack the gleam that life brings. The way he walks, the way he talks is overbearing and strange unlike the lively people of the village he rules. He is nasty and unhygienic vouching for baths that come infrequently. Green eyes that only search for money and hair that hates gravity. Still, for all he is worth, I loved him.

I loved him. I loved him more than the nasty way he talked and the slow and crooked way he walked. Everyday I would look to find his eyes reflecting the glimmer in mine and dine with him just to gain a bit more of his time. That small little bit of me is now gone taken away by the very person I loved because of the person he loved less.

The blood from that night still haunts my dreams bleeding through the door and into my soul coating me in lies. I try to pull them away, but already they have stained me black with the blood that runs inside. No matter how hard I try the death of my mother will haunt me for the rest of my life because the person I loved was killed by the person I loved less.

Am I responsible for her death? It is hard to say when you are a child hard pressed for answers. The defining moment when her death was inevitable is crystal clear in my mind and I can only blame myself for saying such foolish words to the man who held our worlds in his hand.

I love mother more than words can express. She was the epitome of beauty and not only that she was kind, caring, and well befitting of the title empress. Her long raven hair shone with a soft radiant glow that resembled the moonlight that streams through church windows. She gave hope to everyone she touched and her smile kissed the hearts of many. I am only a weak reflection of her image as I have inherited too much of my father.

My hair is a golden lion just like his with an unruly preference of its own. Unwilling to cooperate with any touch, it defies logic to stand proud even with all the hours I spend to restrain its noticeable quality. The bright smile that flashes like daggers on his face is now plastered on mine hindering my capability to make friends. I am doomed by the curse of his existence.

The Author Speaks

Thank you so much for reading to this point. If you are interested in this story please leave a review so I know you enjoyed it.

-Duck

Characters So Far

Alfred- cursed prince of a small kingdom

Arthur- king of a small kingdom

Native America- empress of a small kingdom

Ghosts- Alfred's step-siblings killed by their father