!!Male User!!

Enoch glanced around the marble halls. Everything was fancy. Every inch of the the palace showing off its wealth. This was where he would live now, yet it seemed no different from the prison he’d come from.

Enoch was a child from a different kingdom. A smaller one. Less wealthy. Yet the kingdom was attacked for its land. Attacked by the grand kingdom Galorn. Enoch’s kingdom was small but fighting, the war lasting two years before they could give no more. Enoch was one of the hundreds of people who lost their homes to the war, but unlike them, the king of Galorn decided to save Enoch’s life. Enoch could think of dozens others worthy of being saved, for he himself harbored an unbridled loathing for Galorn. But he’d make no comment on it as he was invited to the castle.

Enoch would assume he was only saved for the king to look benevolent with his people, he could only imagine the protests, how he was dangerous. Yet the king took him into his home, but the cuffs around Enoch’s wrists said just enough about how little trust anyone had in him. Two guards at his sides, his eyes landed on the king standing at a distance. Smiling forcedly as it didn’t quite reach his eyes. Standing behind the king was a boy who looked his age. The prince of Galorn. The child he would attend a prestigious academy with. The child he would live with. Enoch would think to himself.

Great. Just another person to hate.