The coronation of the new King of Chisthalmagne occurred in the Capital. The sound of trombones and trumpets resonated in the air, followed by the synchronization of applause by the civilians.
Gathered near the pavilion, the King of Chisthalmagne, Siberio stood on the platform along with his wife, Queen Leona.
The nobles, wardens, priests, and peasants watched as King Siberio removed the crown from his barren head to another man.
The close watchers observed the male's features. They did not even recognize him. King Siberio had a line of mistresses, and this youngster possessed every one of them.
His silver hair belonged to the Countess of North.
His face belonged to the Queen.
His body physique resembled the King in his glory days.
His eyes belonged to a noble.
This child had every characteristic of the women he had slept with. Being born in the womb of his wife, it was like he was reminded of the hideous sins he committed in these lands in the form of his only child.
Nonetheless that the prince showed sinful combinations of looks, he was dashing and fit. Every woman desired him.
At the age of 20, Leonardi Chisthalmagne was crowned as the King of these lands. And every outsider who dared to trample even the weeds of his lands were purged into the depths of Hell.
At the age of 21, Leonardi won his first battle in the West, he had appointed his cousin, a bastard child of a count, Kreed Kavon.
One could say that when both steps into the battlefield, a victory is sure to be proclaimed. Kreed was a brother in the eyes of Leonardi. Though he did not make this very acknowledgeable.
Living in the East, was a young woman called Alrossia. Her identity was unknown even to herself. Though she possessed an attractive appearance, even comparable to the late Queen. Her intelligence is known and her heart is pure. She showed amazing hunting abilities and agility for running.
Alrossia had a twin brother. And during the time of migration to the Capital, she had lost sight of her brother and her mother.
Arnaldo raised Alrossia with dignity and pride.
And even now, Alrossia could not even believe that her father had sold her to the King.
Her mind was jumbled, and her memories were erased. Life was hard. She needed to survive. At once, during a cold evening while doing her laundry she made her mind to sell her body, but then changed her mind.
The evening that fate intentionally made to play with them.
"Who in the right mind would sell their body to a man they do not love?"
Then there was a slight shuffle in the bushes. Alrossia cautiously approached the bushes and found him.
The King of Chisthalmagne.
Lying on the grass, bleeding all over. She looked around to see whether his horse was around. Though she did not see him as the King, but a wounded soldier.
She lifts him up and carried his injured body into her hut. She noticed the hilt of a knife on his abdomen, pierced. She immediately takes the knife with the utmost care and pressed the wound as hard as her hand could.
In a matter of moments, she was able to stabilize his condition. His hair was soiled in red and his skin was scarred and muddied. His wound was fresh.
He was assassinated by someone near.
She closes her feeble but and lit the oil lamps. She continued caring for the man that evening.
During the day, she woke up to find the man standing near her hut's doorstep. The man was smoking. She immediately rose and approached him.
"G-Good morning, sir."
The male did not respond.
"I-I... see you are feeling well now."
She did not wait for an answer. She immediately excused herself to find a meal for him. She grabbed her now and two shafts of arrows and immediately left the hut.
As she passed by the doorstep, she noticed his cold expression fixated towards the horizons of the sea and sand. He was almost thrown into the ocean. Whoever it was, almost succeeded.
Alrossia brought home a deer in her hands and finds the half-naked male observing her hut. She couldn't help but stare from the far distance of how attractive he was.
He was indeed, fit to be a soldier. His perfectly sculpted body shone against the sunlight. His crimson-soiled hair fits his tanned skin.
She gulped at his demeanor. She had a thing for cold guys.
She entered the hut, alerting the male. He brings his palms on his sheath, ready to draw his sword.
"I-It's me! R-Remember?"
The male's palms slowly lowered to his thighs.
"I'm going to cook, you can stay outside and walk for awhile in the beach. I've looked around. No one seemed to be outside."
The male briskly walked outside. Alrossia sighed.
When Alrossia finished searing the deer, she walked outside and looked for him.
She finds him sitting on the sand, his feet playing with the water.
"Sir-?"
The male did not look at her. She just assumed he could hear her but lost his ability to speak because of shock.
"I have prepared breakfast if you wanted to join me."
The male looked at her. She flinched. He stood up and looked at the horizons, not speaking a single word. But she could see them all in his eyes. The pain. The suffering. The responsibility.
All of these, she did not understand. And she knows that if she tried to sympathize, he would only ignore her.
So she did what she did.
When the male turns around to look at her, she gave him a gentle smile.
The King of Chisthalmagne felt his heart beat for the first time in his life.