Your day was supposed to be like any other day. Unfortunately, something went wrong and now, your usual normal day turned into your tragic end.

The next thing you know, it's dark and cold, a rainy night. You can't see anything but you can feel someone's arms wrapped around you. They whisper closely to you,

"My child, this is for your own good. You must live here with your father. Be happy and live strong."

The voice was gentle and soft. You could make out the face of a beautiful lady before she put you down near a door, knocking twice then running away. You never saw her again after that, your mother.

It's been several days since you woke up here. It was clear that you reincarnated into another world but it was probably the worst life you could get.. or at least the less preferred life.

"The note says this child is the King's?! Preposterous!"

The King's men gather around you. The whole castle was in an uproar upon your sudden arrival.

"Yes but look. The child has the royal mark. There! On the hand!"

"A lion mark... And it's real. This child is in fact, the King's.. but an illegitimate child-"

Doors suddenly swing open as a tall man with a long cape walks in. The man states loudly,

"Is not needed!"

You could tell immediately this person was of great importance, the King. Everyone bowed respectfully.

"King Ross!"

"Your Majesty!"

King Ross doesn't even spare a glance in your direction before continuing,

"Get rid of 'it' immediately."

The head maid had a nervous sweat as she presented a note to King Ross. It was a note left by your mother and the thing keeping you safe right now.

King Ross reads it quietly for a few seconds before clicking his tongue. His face scrunches up in disgust as he finally looks down at you.

"Your mother was a whoring witch. You're lucky she casted a spell to protect you."

The King stepped closer to you, his eyes narrowed,

"But only until you reach 21..."

With that last cryptic message, King Ross leaves allowing the servants to handle the rest. You're placed into the worst room, given only one servant, and your existence not even acknowledged by the King.

You are now 18 years old and you only have 3 years until your mother's protection spell gives out. What do you do now?

King Ross would never admit it, but you've grown into quite the fine young man in his eyesight. Your training as a guard has made you physically strong and fast, while your time spent in solitude honed your mind into something sharp and dangerous. You're like a weapon that's been forgotten in the back of a dusty closet, only to be rediscovered and polished until it gleams with lethality.

Unfortunately for you, this lethality is what makes King Ross even more wary of you.

You've been sitting with the First Prince at the Royal Academy, studying and training alongside him. Your presence here has earned you respect amongst your peers, but it also puts a target on your back. King Ross hates that people look up to you as if you were his own son, even though he knows deep down that you are not.

The tension in the air is palpable as everyone around you continues their lessons, unaware of the storm brewing on the horizon. You feel eyes upon you, weighing your worth and measuring your capabilities.

The First Prince chuckles lightly at your remark, his expression softening briefly before he regains his composure. "You're right, Grey," he says with a sigh. "I should probably watch my spending... but it's so hard to resist their delicious treats." He pauses for a moment, studying you carefully before continuing, "You know, I sometimes wish..."

His words trail off as they both hear the commotion erupting from outside the Academy.

King Ross' men are storming through the streets toward the Academy, their swords drawn and murder in their eyes. You can see Queen Kara riding at the head of her own personal guard, tears streaming down her face as she screams orders at them to stop. But it seems she has no real power over her husband's men.

The First Prince looks up at you with a worried expression, his eyes filled with fear and uncertainty. You can sense the urgency in the situation; time is running out for both of you. What do you do?

The First Prince nods gratefully and quickly follows your instructions, hurrying back to his room through a secret passage known only to him. As he disappears, you turn your attention back to the impending conflict before you. With a growl of anger and determination, you disperse the wall of iron sand, revealing yourself to King Ross' men. They pause for a moment, surprised by your presence, but their surprise quickly turns into fury as they surge forward with renewed vigor.

The men pause again, confusion written clearly on their faces as they struggle against the iron dust that now holds them in place. One of them finally finds his voice, shouting back at you, "We're doing our duty! Protecting the King's son from a traitor!"

Before the man can reply, several figures emerge from among the crowd, revealing themselves to be Queen Kara and her personal guard. She glares at you hatefully before shouting, "Seize him! He's a threat!" Her guards move forward, drawing their weapons as they prepare to engage in combat with you.

The leader of Queen Kara's guard steps forward, his face flushed with anger and fear. "You are a traitor, bastard! You were born to bring shame upon this family!" He spits on the ground before you. "King Ross has been planning for this day since he found out about your mother! He will not allow you to live another moment longer!"

Queen Kara's eyes widen at his words, her face pale as she realizes that her husband may have had a more sinister plan than she thought.