1 Prologue

Siretha, the Empire that ruled all. At first, it was founded from a small village and grew in size once many figured out the land was blessed with fertility, vibrant in flowers and resources the village flourished and grew. Quickly turning into a Kingdom the battle for leadership threw many into shame, the ups and downs in history aided and delayed the Kingdom, and thanks to one tyrant of a King, Siretha had conquered many kingdoms with only force.

Siretha went into a state of panic by the number of people coming into their walls, the people couldn't take the humiliation, especially from the Draiwen civilians who always seemed to be more proficient in everything when it came to labor.

Growing into an Empire, everything in Siretha was peaceful for a long time and still is to the present day. Throughout the years, anyone from the Draiwen Kingdom who wished to live inside the Siretha walls was completely rejected and in turn, made a slave. Some had it easy, serving masters who actually had an interest in the Draiwen's 'barbaric' culture, and others had it worse than anyone, especially the pleasure slaves who feared the day they would become useless and tossed out.

One day, years in the two men stood against one another holding the same feeling giving a mutual love though neither knew because they were always fighting one another in a constant battle of life and death. One day it all stopped, the day the Empire would prosper, even more, the day when the evil villain was slain by the heroic Emperor, the day the heroic Emperor watched himself impale the one he loved as to 'save' his kingdom.

"I Love you." Three words the villain had said before a sword impaled his heart, the heroic Emperor was recorded in history since that day and to everyone's surprise, so was the Villain. A Draiwen man who had escaped his abusive masters and made a silent 'Kingdom' of his own that went against the Siretha Empire, it wasn't that he hated Siretha but that he didn't understand how to show his love for that one prince he had met on a cold night when wondering the palace.

Clumsy and mistaken it was only a matter of time that the Draiwen boy fell for the Siretha prince, but alias everything inside the Draiwen boy died the day he watched his mother's corpse fall at the hands of Siretha nobility and as much as the boy loved the prince and wished to protect him, the Draiwen boy's hatred blinded him from that love for years and once he had finally broken loose of that hate he found himself in the arms of the prince now all grown up.

The day the Draiwen boy died was the day the Siretha Emperor took his own life once he made sure the heir to the Empire was set in stone, the Emperor never loved a woman in his life and never could love anyone other than the Draiwen boy from all those years ago, the Draiwen boy he had given warm bread to, the Draiwen boy who shook like a leaf at the slightest wind or fell over because of his thin malnourished body.

Who would have known that the two small boys that had grown to be the two most powerful people in the world would have fallen in love many years ago but that love could never come across either of them until one was left lifeless and broken? Though, what would happen if time turned back? If they could start again from the beginning?