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PeaceMaker

The Aucacia Empire had always been a put together kingdom. The commoners relied on their king just like the king relied on his people, there was no rumor the king didn't know about and there was nothing the commoners weren't informed of. It was the perfect give and take relationship a kingdom should always have. But perfect things tend to have greedy eyes watching them. A perfect environment has no worries about sudden attacks. The same peace of mind that gave the kingdom a blanket of comfort was only the only thing that was imperfect and the only thing that should have never gotten out of the castle walls. But evil has its way of breaking down barriers. A perfect environment is a fragile one. The gentle air shrouded in glass, ready to be shattered with the wrong move. One that the greedy hands were ready to take and one that young prince, Dominic, would have the displeasure of witnessing. Now with the passing of the king of the Aucacia kingdom, cracks start to form in the fragile walls protecting the crown and the people ruled by it. With the days of his enthronement around the corner, the growls of hunger from the greedy eyes grown louder. How long can the kingdom stay put together? Who will tip over the shaky foundations of the kingdom? Who will be the PeaceMaker? cover art: Day.n

totalnoob · LGBT+
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256 Chs

Shadows

The stars twinkled brightly in the sky and almost like reflections in a river, the streets of the kingdom also shone with bright lights showing signs of life amongst the people. Boris chuckled lightly, his chest feeling heavy as he cast a silent wish into the peaceful, quiet night. 

'Please don't be one of the stars in that sky,' Boris thought to himself as he looked up into the sky, 'please come back soon.'

He sat there for a moment with no movement almost like he was waiting for a response, then seconds later turned back to face the room, another chuckle leaving his lips. 'How foolish I am.'

He stood up from the chair and walked to the couch in the middle of the room, in front of the table where he stood over the couch for a few seconds before sitting down heavily on the soft cushions. His eyelids were heavy.