![]() ![]() He'd given his life to his homeland, believing that one day he would be king, responsible for the lives of many. It rightfully belonged to his half-brother Michael, and he wouldn't blacken the royal family or his country with scandal, fighting for something that wasn't his. He knew, well enough, that he'd never regain the throne of Lohenberg. Did they believe he was planning to kill or overthrow the true prince? Were the years of obedience and loyalty nothing to the king and queen? They treated him like a lighted fuse, leading to a keg of gunpowder. His father had ordered him out of the palace, granting him land and a manor house near the borders, as if to say: hide him where he won't cause any trouble.īitterness smouldered within him, at the way they'd turned their backs on him so quickly. And only a fortnight ago, one word had stripped away his future: bastard. He'd been raised to believe he was a prince, the ftirst, who would one day be king of Lohenberg. For twenty-five years, he'd merely thought it was a personality disorder rather than a reflection of his birth. Karl von Lohenberg had always been a bastard. ![]()
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