Chapter 1
When I was born, the kingdom rejoiced. The King and Queen of our great kingdom has just had their first son. My parents already had 2 daughters. Selene and Erena. I was made the heir soon after I was born, around 3 years old. My older sisters, 4 years and 3 years older, despised me. Selene, the oldest of us, especially hated me. She was the heir before I was born. Erena adored her older sister, and followed her everywhere. So as you could probably guess, she despised me too. Being a 4 year old, innocent child, I did not understand why the people I looked up to the most, glared down on me. They would chant my name over and over, in a menacing manner; "Caen, Caen, Caen."
By the age of 7, I had a younger sister. Her name was Rashella. She was the only one of my 3 sisters who didn't hate me. In fact, I think she preferred me over our other siblings. And then when she was 7, and I was 14, I finally noticed how well she was growing into her body. She was a pretty little thing I tell you. Long, blonde hair, with sparkling blue eyes, skin as white as snow. Selene and Erena could have been twins, with black hair that stretched down to the bottom of their back, and brown, glaring, eyes like an owl searching for it's next meal. Selene had light tan skin, 'sunkissed' as you would say. Erena had a lighter shade of skin, with freckles splashed all across her face. And then there's me. I bore very little resemblance to my older sisters, and looked more like Rashella. Silky, light blonde hair, amber eyes, and almost pale skin. I was the tallest of my siblings, being the only boy, around 5'7 in height. Selene and Erena were both 5'3, and Rashella (at the age of 7) was around 4'6.
Fast forward a few years later, the night before my 16th birthday, after my many years of suffering, Selene had had enough of holding back. The night before my birthday, my sister tried to kill me.
It was a quiet night in June, a few hours before I became 16. I could hardly sleep, I was too excited. Not about the presents, no, but to go hunting in the woods behind the castle with my father and a friend of his. As I lie awake, staring at the marble ceiling above me, I hear a creak from my door, and then the click of it closing again. Then footsteps. Someone was in my room. I freeze, my heart pounding in my chest. The dark, slim figure approaches my bed, and I feel the pressure of the person kneeling on the opposite side of my bed. They lean over me, dark hair brushing my face. Paralyzed with fear, and sweat dripping down the side of my face, I lay face up, terrified. After a painful minute of just standing over me, the person wraps their hand around my throat. Then, they begin to choke me. It's hard to breathe, and the adrenaline has begun to pump through my body. Without thinking, I flip onto my side, throwing my attacker off the bed. They grunt, and I jump out of the bed and grab an arrow from the quiver next to my bed. Holding the arrow in my hand, I pin my assassin against the wall. It was all a blur when it happened. The murder, that is. Involuntary. I took the arrow, and stabbed it into the person's throat. Multiple times. 4? No, maybe 5. Gurgling screams escaped from the mouth of the figure. Then, the intruder slumped down onto the ground. My hand felt warm and wet. I was standing over the dead body of this person, panting and gasping. Then I hear the clatter of a candle holder falling to the floor. Horrified, I pause, still holding the bloody arrow. I slowly turn my head to the door. Standing there in the entrance with trembling hands, was Rashella.
