All his life, Apollo had told he was worthless, that he was useless and wouldn’t make it anywhere in life.

“Who’s laughing now?” Apollo muttered to himself. A maniac-type of grin spread across his handsome face as he watched his men take the horses away to his property.

By stealing these majestic creatures, he gets more resources to fight against the king with and—of course—more money.

All his life he had been told he wouldn’t make it, not a poor boy like him. But look where he was now—a noble. And no one the tiniest bit of knowledge that he was living two lives; as one the king’s most trusted noble and one as the villain everyone dreaded, Dark Blade.

Apollo turned around as he heard the castle door open and footsteps come out to the garden. He raised an eyebrow, studying the newcomer.