POV. Prince Alec Tassara.
It is a strange custom to think that royalty has a happy ending. I've never met one. Since I was born, everything has translated into duty. My father, High King Constantine, is a tough man. He has never been a loving father, not even when my mother was alive. My mother, Queen Clarissa, passed away giving birth to my little sister. I still remember my father's roars of pain. He tried to skin himself alive and gouge out his eyes in agony. They were able to save only one. Her death increased its harshness.
Together, with my two brothers, we were raised for excellence. My brother Adair, he's just like me. Everything must be efficient and optimal, otherwise it is not worth investing our time and worrying about. My little sister, Azahara, is our nemesis. By the goddes
