The fourteen years of my life was mundane. I was born between the king of Alvannia and a palace maid.
My king father had an affair with my mother. The queen was jealous of my mother and kicked her out of the palace. My mother knew not long after that she was pregnant with me.
We lived an ordinary life with the commoners but we were happy. Living with my mother was my best years. I felt her love for me was unmeasurable.
But it didn't last long. My mother got sick and it just got worse rapidly. Then one day the king of Alvannia visited us incognito. He introduced himself as my father. My mother, who was in her deathbed that time requested my king father to take me and keep me safe. It was her dying wish. So then and there my mother died, knowing that my father agreed to take care of me.
