15 Years Ago -
The world of Thrae twisted and morphed, a kaleidoscope of shifting realities. Darkness enveloped me, and the echoes of distant screams reverberated through my consciousness. As the disorienting chaos subsided, I found myself standing in the opulent chamber of a lavish palace.
Confusion seized my mind, and I fought against the haze that clouded my thoughts. The air felt different, thick with the scent of perfumed candles and ancient history. My eyes adjusted to the dim light, revealing the intricate details of my surroundings – rich tapestries adorned the walls, and polished marble floors reflected the flickering flames.
My gaze fell upon my hands, and the realization struck me like a bolt of lightning. I was no longer myself; I was someone else, someone regal. Panic surged through me as I examined the ornate attire adorning my new form – royal garments befitting Luxonian Von Boardova VIII, the 9th prince of the dominant Boardova Empire in the world of Thrae.
"What the hell...?" I whispered, the words unfamiliar in my mouth.
I staggered towards a massive mirror, and the reflection revealed the face of a 15-year-old boy with striking features, platinum blonde hair, and piercing blue eyes. A face that belonged to the crown prince of the mighty Boardova Empire.
"Impossible," I muttered, disbelief coursing through my veins.
Memories surged, not my own but those of the person I had become. I felt the weight of responsibilities, the echoes of courtly intrigue, and the vast expanse of power that accompanied this royal existence.
"This can't be real," I muttered, grappling with the dual reality of my situation.
As I attempted to navigate through the labyrinth of unfamiliar memories, a knock echoed through the chamber. A voice, distinct from my own, called from beyond the ornate door.
"Prince Luxonian, it's time for the council meeting."
Council meeting? Luxonian? The names resonated within me, threads woven into the tapestry of my newfound existence.
With a deep breath, I composed myself, adopting the posture expected of royalty. The door creaked open, revealing attendants awaiting my presence. The realization hit me like a tidal wave – I was now entwined with the fate of Thrae, a prince bound by duty and circumstance.
"Very well," I replied with a regal nod, my voice now carrying the weight of Luxonian Von Boardova VIII's authority.
As I stepped into the corridor, I couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that my journey was only beginning. The killer I once was, thrust into the tumultuous life of royalty, my destiny intertwined with a world on the brink of change. The echoes of the past merged with the uncertainty of the future, and the dance of shadows continued in the world of Thrae under the rule of the mighty Boardova Empire.