Prologue
Destiny is the path which the fates paved for you, one which you had no control over.
The three fates stood next to each other watching the sleeping twins beneath them, not saying a word as the two babies cooed in their sleep. Unable to control herself at the adorable sight of them tucked tightly in their shared crib, the youngest fate reached down to stroke each twin’s cheek. Oh, how she hated this.
“Naire, I know this is hard, but it must be done. We cannot deprive these young ones of their destiny, their purpose. It is our duty,” the oldest fate sympathised a hand rested on her baby sisters’ shoulder.
“We have been doing this for millennia, but I don’t know if I can do this,” the youngest fate turned to her sisters. “Why do the most innocent have the most difficult destinies.”
“Maleah is right Naire, this is our duty,” Lyphe the middle sister of the three interjected. “As much as it is hard, we have no control over how their destinies are written. Our duty is to pave it for them, to make sure they reach the end.”
With a reluctant nod of understanding, Naire took her sister’s hands and the three of them disappeared in a mask of bright light.
Still sleeping peacefully in their crib, the twins continued to coo happily arms entangled together as only twins could do; neither one wanted to let go. They both lay there completely unaware of the storm outside or the commotion that came from the throne room of the palace they lived in.
“Please father you can’t do this they are my children, have mercy please,” the twin’s mother, Delilah begged at the foot of the large burnished throne where her father the king sat. Tears streamed down the young woman’s face, dripping onto the silk lavender gown she wore wetting its delicate fabric as she pleaded for her father’s humanity. Surrounding her the throne room was a vision of intricate design. Gold patterns lined the walls, a tribute to the history of both her family and the country which they ruled. The country that one day she would rule, but only with a nobleman by her side as King.
“I don’t care if they are your children, I will not have them live in the palace. Not with whose blood they share,” her father’s voice boomed void of any emotion like it always was with situations like this one. He could not relent, not even if they were his own grandchildren; there were rules to follow, ones that a traditional man like him had always abided by. All members of the royal family must share either noble or royal blood from both parents. The blood his daughter’s children would as much as it pained him only cause scandal and ruin the reputation his family dynasty had worked so hard to protect. The lifestyle they were accustomed to meant nothing without the respect of their people and others.
“You knew the rules Delilah, yet you continued to lust after that peasant boy. These are the consequences, ones I hope will teach you a much-needed lesson. They will arrive within the hour to collect the new-borns.”
“Mother please,” Delilah cried her knees buckling beneath her as she wished for her mother Devinia to show some compassion. Anything that would stop her babies from being taken away. “Don’t let him do this, don’t let him have them taken away, please. They have nothing to do with this. It was my mistake, not theirs. Don’t punish them for my mistake.”
“Julius, we need to think about this I mean they are our grandchildren after all,” Devinia told her husband a hand placed gently on his shoulder.
“They will have no part in this family,” Julius snapped as thunder rumbled outside.
“Well, as much as you hate it, they are and always will be,” Delilah retorted all the emotions she felt bubbled into her words. “I love those babies with all my heart, and I love their father just the same. You father can’t stand the fact that I fell for a common man and not one of your so-called ‘noble choices’. You weren’t able to control my life for once.”
For Delilah, it felt like everything had fallen to pieces. First, she was forced away from the only man she had ever truly loved, then she was found to be pregnant with his twins. Now they were being taken from her.
Silence hung in the air no one else in the room apart from the three of them. Julius and Devinia could only stare at their daughter in shock. Never in the eighteen years, they had raised her had she spoken to them with such hate. Tears still running down her cheeks, Delilah stood from where she knelt on the polished marble floor again not saving a word. Anger and sadness coursed through her as she looked both her parents in the eye.
“Even if I wanted them to live here which I don’t do you really think it will be safe for them?” Julius questioned his daughter. “If they grew up with the nation knowing of their parentage, the looks of distaste from the families that we associate with. Do you really want them to grow up feeling like bastards?
“Can I at least spend the rest of the time they have here with them?” Delilah’s question was almost inaudible among the growing storm outside which crackled and rumbled furiously.
“Do what you must,” Julius brushed off the question in an attempt to stop the conversation.
“Why didn’t you just tell her the truth?” Devinia asked her husband once Delilah rushed from the room.
“It’s safest for everyone if she doesn’t know,” Julius admitted tiredly, his voice full of guilt and sympathy.
Hey guys, I know it's been a while since I have posted anything, but I am back now. After a major shift in my writing style I have now started my first original idea since. Here this is the prologue, please let me know what you think, vote leave a review if you like it. Feedback is always appreciated
