*Deryk
When I was little, I could remember the several lethal looks I frequently received from my half siblings.
Every situation was used as an opportunity to openly declared their hatred for me.
I was the rightful heir, born to the Luna queen and King. On the other hand, they were conceived by royal consorts, far earlier before my birth. But I was the chosen one.
They were older and bigger than I was, so this made me the perfect focus of their bullying. Infact, it was beyond bullying.
Once I was struck by a silver dagger, and abandoned in the garden to wither away.
It was only a miracle that I survived that day. Growing up I was told a royal gardener had found quickly raised alarm.
So, what secret about the legitimacy of my throne were they ranting about?
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