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Heir of Lies

The kingdom looks to a new dawn with the impending coronation of Crown Prince Liam, beloved by the people for his kindness and wisdom. Yet shadows lurk within the royal family, for the prince lives in fear of his own father, the ruthless King. Prince Liam knows many dark secrets of the King: of enemies disposed of through poison, of unnatural forces conjured through sinister ritual. Liam walks a dangerous path, for the King would crush any threat to his power, even a son. With the aid of a few trusted allies - a loyal servant girl, a noble Lady, and a cunning Advisor - the Prince begins to gather evidence that could depose the King. But enemies surround him, reporting his every move to the King. Another attempt on Liam's life seems inevitable. Even the Prince's charming young sister Charlotte may be in danger, for the King has named her heir in a bid to disinherit Liam. The stakes could not be higher as Liam begins a shadowy game of treachery and deceit within the castle walls, plotting to claim a throne earned in blood before it is too late. But can Liam outwit a father who wields the darkest of magics? The fate of the kingdom rests on one prince brave enough to strike against the very throne that made him.

wqwa · Fantasy
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2 Chs

The Next Day

That night, Liam tossed and turned, haunted by vivid dreams of his past life. He saw again his home planet, consumed by war and destruction. The ground shook from artillery fire as Liam crawled across a battlefield strewn with the dead and dying. He was the last survivor of his royal house, forced to watch everything burn.

With a gasp, Liam woke in his bedchamber in the castle. Cold sweat dampened his brow as the nightmare faded. But the memories lingered - memories of the skills he had to learn as the last of his line. The swordplay and combat he had mastered to stay alive.

In that previous life, Liam had been the finest swordsman on the planet. Now, in this new reality, he kept his skills sharp, training by day and night. The king had forbidden his son from carrying a sword, wary of Liam's deadly abilities. But the prince always kept a blade hidden and close.

Liam rose from his bed and withdrew the sheathed sword from its concealed spot behind a wall hanging. He swung it experimentally, slicing through the air with perfect precision. The movements came naturally to his muscles, ingrained into him through countless hours of practice.

Though he lived a peaceful life in this world, the nightmares of battle haunted Liam. He could not escape the lingering trauma and expectation of violence from his painful past. But those skills might serve him well now, with the king plotting against him.

Liam knew the value of exceptional swordsmanship. And he knew despite his father's efforts, the prince could never be fully disarmed. If attacked, he could defeat multiple men with ease. The king underestimated his son at his own peril.

Sheathing the sword, Liam returned it to its hiding spot. He would get no more sleep tonight after the troubling dreams. But he felt prepared for whatever the coming days would bring. With his courage, his allies, and his steel by his side, Liam was ready to fight for the kingdom - in this life and the next.

The next morning, Liam went through his princely motions, but his mind was distracted with thoughts of the looming conflict with his father. He wondered when and where the king might strike next.

After breakfast, Liam retired to the castle training yard for his daily swordplay practice. As he went through the familiar drills, a voice called out to him.

"Your skills are most impressive, Your Highness. I can see why the king forbids you from carrying a blade."

Liam turned to see Cassia watching from the edge of the yard, a hint of a smile on her face. He walked over to her.

"The physical arts are as much a part of a prince's education as academics," Liam replied lightly.

"Of course," said Cassia. "But I suspect your talents exceed the mere academic. I know how thoroughly you train, the hours you dedicate to perfecting your skill." She lowered her voice. "Should things escalate with your father, you may have need of those talents."

Liam nodded grimly. "I pray it does not come to that. But if he threatens me or Charlotte..."

Cassia squeezed his arm. "You will do what you must, my prince. And I will stand with you, whatever may come."

Heartened by Cassia's support, Liam resumed his solo practice as she watched. He executed each move flawlessly, steel flashing in the morning sun. A prince must be prepared for all possibilities, he reminded himself. And Liam intended to face the future with courage and skill at arms.

Later, he met again with Lord Harmond, who confirmed the king had sent gifts and messages to new potential allies. The plot against Liam was growing.

Liam spent the rest of the day on high alert, wary of threats but emboldened by the support of Cassia and Harmond. He was ready to defend himself and his birthright. And this time, he knew the power of a finely honed blade and a steady hand. If the king wanted a fight, the prince would oblige.

Over the next few days, Liam maintained a facade of normalcy while continuing to train and meet secretly with allies.

One afternoon, as Liam and Charlotte played in the gardens, he noticed one of the king's closest advisors, Lord Cumberland, watching them intently. Liam kept his expression neutral, but wondered what interest Cumberland could have in two siblings at play.

Later, Liam mentioned the encounter to Harmond, who frowned. "Lord Cumberland is deeply loyal to the king. We must be vigilant for any undue attention he pays you or the princess."

That night, Liam lay awake, uneasy as he pondered Cumberland's stare. What game was his father playing now?

Suddenly, Liam heard a faint scratching sound at his door. He leapt up, sword in hand. "Who goes there?" he called out softly.

"It's Elexa, Your Highness," came the hushed reply.

Liam opened the door to see his trusted servant, her face worried. "My prince, you must come quickly and quietly. It's Princess Charlotte - Lord Cumberland has taken her from her room!"

Liam's blood turned to ice. He and Elexa rushed to Charlotte's chambers, only to find them empty. On her pillow was a note in his father's handwriting:

If you wish to see your sister again, you will renounce your claim to the throne by dawn. Should you refuse, the consequences will be most dire.

Liam's hands shook with rage even as his heart pounded with fear. The king had crossed a line - he would pay dearly for threatening Charlotte.

"Alert Cassia and Harmond," Liam told Elexa. "And have my horse readied."

"Your Highness, what are you going to do?" Elexa asked anxiously.

Liam's expression hardened. "I'm going to get my sister back."

With that, he strode off into the night, ready to unleash his full fury against those who dared harm his family. The king had no idea of the storm coming for him.