Sereth never forgave his father. At the time the Kingdom was ravaged by the plague, he wasn’t old enough to oppose him. He was too afraid to admit that he’d rather spend his life as a disgraced, crippled man rather than a heartless war machine. And yet the king, blinded by the power of crystals, did not hesitate to sacrifice the life of his son in exchange for considerable advantage in the war. After all, it only took a small gesture of his stone hand to shoot a battery of invisible arrows right into the throats of the enemy. The crimson of Sereth’s crystals mixed with blood; a colour he hated.
People called him the Crystal Prince.
People called him the Crystal Prince.
