Chapter Four:
Logan's POV
My greatest regret was letting my birthright be postponed because I yearned for freedom. Total Freedom didn't exist and those searching for it will realize that painful fact.
Mildred walked into the royal chambers with a mask on a flat board. I stared at it for a while, thinking of how it represented my other identity as Baki, the first Stepson of the Moon Goddess.
I looked up at the clock, it's lavishness always distracted me before I checked the time. It was created with soft wood that was brushed till it shone like gold.
Everything y eyes touched in my room felt lavish for no reason other than to be in the Crown Prince's room. Or maybe I felt that way because I preferred being Baki.
I wore the mask. The mask made me Baki, a rogue who had all the freedom. I felt different from the sour crippled Crown Prince that the world knew.
