Chapter 2
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After a while the cell's gate screeched open as two guards walked in.
The look they gave me wasn't of concern or any kind of sympathy.
The look they gave me was filled with loathing.
'Why don't you die already' Those words were written on their faces as clear as day.
Their faces crinkled with disgust once they saw that I was still breathing.
"Disgusting" One of them muttered.
"Just pick her up, Bastard..." The other one cursed.
Where are they taking me.
It had been years since I left my cell..I thought I'd never see the light of day again.
While they practically dragged me out of the dungeon where I was kept for years without any interaction.
Visitors? No one.
Friends? No one.
Own family? No one.
Relatives? No on-
No...there was one who claimed to be the prince of Eldoria. Eldoria was one of the three biggest Kingdoms in the North. On par with Morvathia, my kingdom.
It's been so long, I don't remember his face nor anything.
The sun shined brightly as I struggled to keep my eyes open.
It felt so warm, so comforting.
Total opposite of the dark and cold room I was locked in.
"Where...are you taking me?" I mumbled.
The gaurds snorted at my question.
"The King has summoned you" The gaurd said in a dismissive tone.
The King...My father has summoned me?
We arrived at the massive palace, It was the first time in years that I got to see it again. At that time it was half destroyed by monsters but now it was well built.
The big gate of the palace opened and we walked in. On the throne was Father...The King and His 3rd Wife.
King Aldric Valemont and Queen Isabella Ravenshire.
The house of Ravenshire was a powerful noble family with good relations with the neighbouring Kingdoms.
It wasn't a surprise that the King married the first daughter of the house of Ravenshire.
I knelt down and bowed my head before them.
"Is that the daughter of His highness' mistress?"
"What a disgrace!"
"Just look at her!"
"Disgusting!"
I can hear you...I can hear you all.
"What's that disgusting red mark on her face.."
"You didn't know? it's..."
The mark they imprinted on prisoners and intruders. They treated me no less than a prisoner
"It was rumoured that as soon as they burned her cheek with the branding iron, it turned into a crimson flowe-"
"Silence!" The King commanded as the room fell silent.
"Vaelith, the daughter of Syltharia Nightbloom. Raise your head" the King exclaimed, his voice cold and devoid of emotion.
How could a father’s eyes see his own blood as a stranger?
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