It all started when my father Ro Tano, the young emperor of our nation by then lost his father just 4 months after he got married to my mother. It was a great and unexpected lost. My grandpa would have waited a little bit longer to see at least a grandson before passing on. But we don't get to choose when to die right?.
My dad knew he had to act quickly if he wants to hold on to the throne before his kinsmen takes it away on the ground of him not having a son as was the major necessity to ascending the throne.
My dad had a deadline of two weeks after my grandpa's funeral to produce a son or loose the throne to his wicked and greedy kinsmen. Especially, to Ro Fabey, my dad's cousin who was a year older than him.
Ro Fabey and my dad are the perfect example of the relationship that exists between cats and dogs. Well, it's been like that since my great grandpa shockingly gave the throne to my grandpa who was the youngest of his two sons, of course you didn't expect it to go down well with Ro Degar, the eldest son who was naturally supposed to be the one ascending the throne.
My great grandpa didn't mix words in explaining the reason behind his decision as the fact that my grandpa had better management and leadership skills as a true emperor should.
This angered Ro Degar alot and he swore an eternity of hatred to my grandpa and all his offsprings. It is no wonder that this hatred was passed to his son Ro Fabey towards my father and well, to Ro Heron, my cousin towards me. I mean, what would you call the feeling a cousin have towards you if he gets married to your betrothed just two days after you had supposedly died. what ever name you call that feeling, I know it's far away from being called love.
My dad searched for solutions for his predicament but found none. my mom was just 4 months heavy with me and still had to wait for another 5 months to have me, but here they were with two weeks to get a child or loose the throne. My dad knew it would be a big disgrace to his ancestors if he looses the throne during his era. So in desperation, he seek help in the bossom of the spirits of trekom.
The spirits are known for their tremendous help in situations, but they always want something in return for their kindness. Failure to get them what they want will cost the mortal something really precious to them or someone. So people knew better to avoid seeking for help from them.
I guess my dad ran out of options and so he agreed to doing whatever the spirits wanted if they helped me to keep the throne. The spirits as always kept their part of the deal and I was given birth to premature but very healthy and normal. My dad was overjoyed and returned to the spirits with all determination and joy to do whatever they asked of him. Well, he got the shock of his life when they stated clearly that all they wanted was my mom's head.
My dad was devastated, my mom meant a lot to him, I mean, she's his wife after all. And if he killed her, who was to take care of the son he has gone through all these trouble for?. My dad weighed alot of things and decided to go against the spirits demands, " moreover, if they were to take anything from me it will be the throne they helped me retain which is nothing compared to my wife's life" my father thought. But the spirits knew better.
Time flew fast and I was growing into an adult. My dad completely forgot about the spirits and ruled his people well in the way a good emperor should. Well, The spirits made him remember them in a very harsh way when they turned his lovely, handsome and only heir to the throne into a monstrous beast in the early hours of his 20th birthday.
What other torture could you possibly give a man than that of him having a son who is perfectly normal in the day time and turns into a monstrous beast at night? It's unfortunate that I had to pay for my dad's mistakes but then, what has been done, has been done.
After that night, my dad never had the guts to visit me in the dungeon I was locked up in. He felt so guilty that he turned to alcohols to help with the emotional pain until he became a helpless alcoholic.
So, welcome to the nation of Moyan where the emperor is a helpless alcoholic, the empress a devastated and depressed woman, and the young emperor a monstrous beast whose betrothed has been married off to his worst enemy. Such a great nation it is right? I'm glad we agree on that.