Prologue :

 The sun shone bright , the light bounced of the rows of roofs lined up around city of Lowan. If so most that see the light are to be happier as the sun had showered the people with the positivity of light as the street buzzed. 

 At the corner of the streets laid the Rosali House. A famous Brothel known for its 3 Highs , High prices , high number of high officials, and the high numbers of gorgeous courtesans. And so it was as a loud scold was from the House . 

 The Madam Rosa , was screamed in pain. Young Madam was the head of House. Well loved by her young ladies around her despite her strict rules . Her screams where even louder. As she screamed loud, she recalled her dear lover , betrayed her for the thing she hated the most power. Much she does not know about that man she so hardly gave first time to, just his nickname ,Lan, who promised that he would come back to pick her up after the war. Which she eventually saw standing next to the Earl's Daughter at a ceremony, she had brought her ladies to.

  What promises , What loved me, all lies 

 She was with child ;she thought about retiring and leaving the house to her dearest ladies , but it all shattered . The Madam was devastated , she tried hard to push her last straw , of maybe getting back her darling lover. A child; a weapon of revenge, as a hope that she can stand by him again. 

 But as destiny had made fun of the lowly birth , she waited for days. But only the news of the earl's daughter and her newly wed husband has left for the capital. 

 The young Madam could not leave for another city , what if he did not want her back. Her sadness turned into anger and anger turned to madness. She refuse to answer to her courtesans. But eventually she turn mad enough to strangle her own son. Only when the ladies heard the baby cry did they relies what loved have driven their beloved sister and madam to .

 They pulled the little boy out from his mother's bedchamber , he was barely breathing. The baby faced turned purple, the ladies ran down the stairs holding the 3 week old boy in hand .

"Sad boy ,what is his name ? " the apothecary asked the 3 courtesans that brought him there . The boy was fine and alright, just left a scar on his delicate neck from his mother's long fingernails .

Now the question is what is his name, ever since the boy was born , their Madam refuse to give him a name , hoping that her lover will accept them and give him a proper name and accept him as an heir. But after the news that her lover went off to the capital ,she was devastated , and so she did not bothered to give him a name.

 But it could not be possible if he lives on without a name, so with all hopes and wishes from the courtesans , they name him Solar, as the sun that shines through the darkness of the Rosali House .