I opened my eyes, my birth place was a room with wooden, lit walls. I vaguely recall a maid talking to my mother about my eyes, I didn't know back then was she was saying but I did memorize her words. There was no way I couldn't.
I remember the first thing I saw, the face of my crying mother. She was crying tears of joy, I assume. She stroked my face so I reached for her hand.
Her first words to me stuck with me for life, "I wish I could've shown you to your father before giving you a name, he would've loved your eyes." Her first words to me, and they were a wish. I hate myself whenever I recall those words and they sting. She wasn't grateful for my birth, she was yearning for the man that birthed me.
"I shall name you... Aren."
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Long Live The King
FantasyA young Aren found the truth about his cursed blood, and now, determined to break the curse before he kills himself, he will do whatever it takes to avenge both himself and his forefathers. Anything. But sometimes, it seems like he has bitten off mo...
