Alba Sonal
The child resembled Alba Sonal in every way. The black locks, the full lips – the same damn tattoos over the eyebrows, giving them a strange shape. His arms were tattooed, too – the same tattoos he had seen among hers, showing they were of the highest caste. Cleaned up he looked even more like her. His skin might be fairer, and his eyes of a golden color instead of her light green ones, but apart from that he thought he was seeing her beautiful form in front of him as he had encountered her years ago when they were children, and he had met the so young but so beautiful new queen of the Travelling People.
She had been the last of the higher castes – everything that was left of her people were whores, thieves and other scum, not worth a glance from her. Her parents had already been eliminated and she would have been next. There had been no mercy for the Travellers – not even for nine year old girls.
His mother had told him not to talk to her, but he did. She had been bitter that time, and so he promised her to save her and her people. He shouldn't have carved for her attention – he had been the highest among people, the son of one of the world leaders, and she had been nothing but a Traveller whore – queen or not, everybody knew that these people were dirt - but he did. He had fallen in love with her right away.
He had kept the promise, talked his father into ending the prosecution and spare her life, and in return she had not only rewarded him with her attention, but thought him how to fight with the Rokushiki techniques– only known by the Traveller People back then, she had decided to give away one of her people's greatest secrets.
He had never thought he could have felt a greater feeling then his love for this woman – that was until she had betrayed him. He hated her much more now than he had ever loved her.
The child was of Alba Sonal's very blood, it was for sure. He had been looking for it for four years, and now that he had found it -
- he would make that bastard pay.