“Your King? You think I am your king?” Xander asked. He knew he was related to the mad king. But after the king went mad and had killed everything and everyone, the Royalty lost its power, and everyone was on their own. When the king had died and his only child, a boy, had continued the bloodline, but it had been cursed. They were strong, and powerful but every male born from that bloodline, always a single one each generation, had gone mad at one point or another. This was the reason no one ever mentioned the Bluesilvers being related to the king, and only the purebloods ever cared. Sometimes that was an advantage, but again no one dared to mention this. Which was the reason this comment surprised Xander. “I am no-one’s king. We all know what happened to the last one. I only take care of
