Kaelric's POV
I sat in my study, applying the potion on her side, and hoping that she would suddenly stir on the bed.
I never felt this vulnerable. It reminded me of the night my father died, the night I swore to get stronger, the night I swore never to be a vulnerable victim ever again.
Assassins were supposed to kill the king, but they mistook my father for the king, because the king was his twin brother.
My dad was the second twin, so the throne was passed down to the present king instead of him.
My dad was to be the next in command to the king, almost yielding the same authority as the king.
We were ambushed, and my mum and I were made to watch the assassins behead my father in cold blood.
I screamed, but my screams fell on deaf ears. When they were done, they released us and fled.
I couldn't pursue them because I was still very young, about five years of age.
