Anomaly

oughts, and the door creaked open to reveal his butler, Thompson standing in the doorway. "Your Highness," James began, his voice barely above a whisper,

on, casting the castle in shadows, Crown Prince Alexander sat brooding in his Father's chamber. His

er. His mother died for his greed. He had women but no heir, Then he took in an hybrid. He wanted a powerful heir, To conquer all ki

nless on the ornate bed, his once vibrant presence now diminished by illness.

rs of his lips. "Alexander," he rasped, his voice barely audible. The prince swallowed hard, struggling to contain the flood of conf

at the unexpected admission. He had never anticipated such a confession from the proud monarch. "I have not... been the father...

because despite your greed you made me powerful..." He chuckles "...... Do you think I can forgive you. No sire. But I do

eight of his resentment and ambition hung heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the somber atmosphere of his father's chamber. Each step he

. He had spent years harboring resentment towards his father, fueling his ambition to ascend the throne and fulfill his own desire

e kingdom he would soon inherit. He saw himself as a ruler untethered by the constraints of moral

of neglect and betrayal. Despite his outward displays of confidence, Alexander could not escape t

or a moment, his gaze sweeping over the sprawling expanse of his kingdom. In that moment, he fel

tinue to haunt him long after he ascended the throne. And so, with a heavy heart and a mind filled with turmoil,