His Caged Princess

e blazing sun, and the soft yet scarce breeze danced across the meadows like a soothing rhythm, a rhythm that was a stark contrast to the agonising screa

sisting with the labour encouraged her sooth

The woman on the bed cried in pain, h

man who stood in the corner. A rich navy cloak over his shoulders was the only thing giving away his wealth, but, despite that, he held an aura

w much longer?"

e graces our lands, the princess will be born," Catherina replied gravely. The y

a boy," she

d was preordained, but she said nothing, not wanting

but it felt like hours. The rare blood moon blocked out the light of the

eam tore through her body. Moments later, a blinding light

nnounced, clipping the cord and wrapping the child in a wo

the bed closed her eyes, turning her face away from the child and man and tugging her hand free as the king reached for the child. He took the bundle

acy. After all, even they did not know how special the child

the woman, cradling the child in his arm. She c

he knew no matter how hard she tried, once something was broken, it could never be whole

woman he loved with all his heart. Could

own at the cooing baby in his arms. He felt his heart fill with

on," she replied coldly

o begin with, she would have av

e weight of their decision and the sacrifice they had to mak

answered as she ga

shine that was now slowly returning to normal. Her voice did not betray the pain in her eyes, th

ping over her mouth as she saw the room was now empty. He had taken her and left.

lost the man she loved and her child. Taking a deep breath, he strapped

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EARS

Death.

breathe. The taste of fear lingered in one's mouth, while deat

mps and filled with bustling crowds as they bent over merchandise from a variety of vendors. A place where men should have been gath

friends littered the streets, discarded like a child would discard a ragdoll. Each o

teapot and cups, bent over the small table, her h

t in his rocking chair, staring ahead, eyes wide in horror.

not come home today, commanding him to stay in a cave away from t

ightmare. No child should see this, suffer

ther and brothers were strong. He ran as fast as his little legs could carry him. Adrenaline fuelled him, his

ground like buckets of spilt paint, creating a river of

stone castle that he called home when

are left alive!"

tared up at the approaching horses that thundered to a stop as their r

ivor? K

or. Was this a punishment for

m him. The arm had been cut off, and a sword was stuck in the young boy's chest - a boy who was

ish and rage, and his entire body filled with an immense aura. The sky above them crackled with lightning, followed

t h

.. I can't

ot h

nd striking the men down, killing them instantly. Silence fell, and the little boy fell to his knees, staring at the burnt bodies of his attackers

. He did not stop until he saw the bodies of his parents and s

. The little boy ran to his mother, tugging at her once pink dress, now soaked with her own blood and that

ing. His heart pounded in fear and sadness. He only wanted her warmth, her love, and her soft whispers telling him it was goi

noticed the little boy who was alive as he clung to the b

ds. Only when the burning flames grew stronger, the heat and sm

got up and tried again. However, his efforts were futile. The flames were growing and spreading fast. He let out a frustrated whimper as he saw his brot

atter what happens, survive. Survive and aveng

on. Despite the tremble in his tiny hands, and the t

Papa... I