Prologue
My father, the grand Duke, once said that the opposite of hate was never love in fact sometimes with hate in your heart for someone hides love that is unfathomable. I laugh when I heard it from him the first time, I was only 9 years old, he reprimanded me because he caught me and my best friend, the crown prince of this kingdom fighting with a boy, his cousin, who was 3 years younger than us, I didn’t even fought with them I was trying to separate them but the little boy was so determine to fight with the crown prince, that I was so angry that my father saw at the exact moment I pushed him. Now I am 23 and the same boy me and my best friend fought with is now 20, looking at him I felt a tinge of hate in my heart and I saw the same hatred in his eyes looking back at me, but the longer I look at him the complicated I felt when I look at his eyes, is it really hate or is it pain? Or something else I will never want to know. All I know is I hate this man standing opposite in me and he hates me too, we are both here now coz of his ruthlessness and greed for power and I have to pay coz I went against him and his father.
