Crimson Hearts

Prologue 🌙

Alaric was a prince known throughout the Kingdom of Vagr—not just because he was the youngest son of King Gideon but also because he possessed the kindest heart in the realm. His bewitching appearance, innocent and pure heart, wisdom, and charming personality made him beloved by all. 

"Son, you will be moving to the normal world next month," the King announced to his son. 

"Move? But why, Father?" Alaric asked, confusion evident in his voice. 

"I want you to experience living as a normal person before you become king," his father replied. 

"King? What do you mean, 'become king'? That’s Kuya’s duty!" 

"Well, your Kuya told me he does not wish to be the Crown Prince anymore. He will not take the throne. You will take his place, for your sister also refused the position when I offered it to her," the King explained. 

"But, Dad… do I even deserve this position?" Alaric questioned, doubt creeping into his voice. 

"Of course, you do! You are my son, Alaric. You have Raven's blood! You are an Ackerman! And Ackermans have ruled this kingdom for centuries. You deserve this position more than anyone else," his father declared with unwavering certainty. 

Alaric only nodded, accepting the responsibility placed upon him. He was an Ackerman, after all.