Prologue

Twenty years ago…

In a house near the town of Gordowe a new mother and father welcome their newborn son. As snow blankets the ground and home outside the couple gazes upon their son discussing joyfully their anticipated future.

"He is so beautiful.", the mother whispers to her husband kneeling by her bedside. Her hair is dark brown, almost black, and reaches to the middle of her back. She has grey eyes. The husband's hair is a messy golden brown and his eyes were a rich green. The wind begins to pick up outside as a smile comes upon the father's face.

"Yes he is. He would've made an amazing prince.", the father says, moving the wool blanket away from his son's face.

"Doragus.", the woman says simply facing her husband. He looks into her eyes and sees her pleading expression. Not only are there nuns from the local convent present, but he knows his beloved doesn't like him to dwell on the past. He sighs.

"I'm sorry, Nora.", Doragus says with an apologetic expression. He looks back to the sleeping child. "But he would have."

"Well now he shall be a fur trapper like you now.", Nora counters, rocking her child slightly. She looks to see if the nuns are still out of earshot. They can't leave quite yet because of the howling winds outside. When she is sure they can't hear she looks back down to her newborn. "I can't wait to teach him about nature and magic."

Doragus smiles at her hushed words. "Maybe he will be just as gifted as you?", he says.

"Maybe.", Nora replies simply with a smile.

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<i>Twenty years later… </i>

"Vincent? Vincent!" , the sound of his name brings Vincent out of his vision. He faces his friend standing in front of him as huffs of breath leaves him. It is the dead of night and he can barely make out his friend's appearance. The clocks they're both wearing with hoods up are not helping at all. They stand behind a home in the capital city of Lumorra surrounded by other homes.

"W-what?", Vincent replies after catching his breath.

"I was asking you are you okay to keep a look out for me.", the friend says. Gathering himself Vincent meets his friend's eyes steadily.

"You know I don't agree with this, King Winston. I mean...you're sneaking behind Queen Lillian's back and breaking one of God's laws.", Vincent tells his companion calmingly.

"I know, but what I have with her is different. You know I tried to love Lillian, but what we have is nothing. I'm actually in love with someone, Vincent.", King Winston stresses trying to explain himself to Vincent. "Please. I know you don't like it, but you're the only one I trust to bring along and not tell anyone."

An unsettling expression comes upon Vincent's face and he turns his eyes from King Winston. "I know...", he says grudgingly with a hint of regret.

"Hey! You gave me your word.", King Winston says laying a hand on Vincent's shoulder. Vincent brings back his eyes to his king.

"Just go.", he says dismissively.

At his friend's words King Winston turns around and quietly makes his way around a corner leaving Vincent with his thoughts. Vincent has witnessed the vision of the night he was born a couple times before. He first came across it while meditating.

Ever since he has been pondering over what happened to his parents. Were they killed and if so who revealed his mother's secret and why wasn't he killed along with his parents? Another question he struggles with is why his father said he would have been an amazing prince.

As Vincent stands behind the building under the half moon and stars he looks up to the sky. How is he meant to find these answers? Who could he go to?