Plum Swanstorm, the Forgotten Prince, and the eldest of the King's children sat on the Throne with discontentment.
Almost a year had passed since he was found by Raffaelo Jun and thrust back into the world he was banished from, and quite frankly, he didn't like any of it.
Politics and War– The King's domain.
Day after day, he was drilled and prepared for the inevitable revolution of the Kingdom.
The day when the Greedy King shall be dethroned not by words but by the unbiased blade of the sword.
It was a period he anticipated, and at the same time, the day he feared the most.
Why? Because he would be there, in the Throne room.
Surrounded by the same walls… perhaps different people, but the same family.
He would face them, persecute them if found guilty… and inherently kill those who pose a threat to his rule.
The typical plan of every King, but he was prepared to do it– or so he thought.
'Why did this girl come here?'
