Prologue
The narrow paths running through the villages of the kingdom of Chandragarh carried nothing but the speculations of where their Prince was:
"He killed him."
"No, he was killed by the enemy."
"The princess is held captive by the enemies."
"There's no heir to the throne."
"The future of Chandragarh is unsafe."
"We should abandon the kingdom."
"We should find the prince."
Amidst the uproar of the loss, lying underneath were years of sacrifice and deception. The love that burned two people, and the lies that burned the throne.