Prince Luke's POV:
I was being dragged out of my own mansion where I had grown up, lived my life, and even thought to rule it one day. I was amazed that my own mother had hidden the truth from me. I was being dragged in front of my own people like a criminal, like a bastard son I was.
“And he thought he was Royal, bastard!” the people from the village yelled as they threw rocks at me. I was tied to the horse of a Royal guard of Lord Baldwin’s brother, who had now taken over the land and whose land I was being dragged for justice.
Justice?
But I didn’t kill his brother!
My eyes formed waters as I noticed how everybody was spitting on me. I had to run after the fast running horse to avoid tripping and being dragged to my demise.
I am not dying today!
“I will be back!” I raised my
