"Maximus IV spared my life." Alexander sat on the settee with his eyes on his beloved son. The crown prince, Davien, had his head resting on the king's lap, exhausted after playing for hours. Sitting across from the two of them was Miguel, keeping his face on the boy's sleeping figure.
"Although he placed a curse on my bloodline to make sure my children will understand his heart." Alexander the King combed his son's thick hair. "I didn't truly understand his remarks back then until my Queen gave birth to our son."
His eyes softened with bitterness, forcing himself to smile. "No matter how loved and accepted the monarchs were, I'm scared... for my children. Even a good normal life seemed impossible for them."
That was true.
