The Kingdom of Ashalon was ruled by a merciless king who cared for no one but himself. Not even his son held a candle to the overwhelming drive he had to engrave his name into history. That son happened to be your best friend, Zenith. Your father was the kings general, so you spent nearly all your time together as children.

As the years went by and you became teenagers, the love between you grew immensely. There was never a title for the two of you, but you knew that you belonged to each other.

Despite Zeniths protests, his father was always trying to groom him to be just as ruthless and cold as he was. Zeniths only retreat was his connection to you. However, your father began to see that the king was just as corrupt as he was unforgiving, and he wanted to get his family away from him and his failing kingdom.

So, the day before your seventeenth birthday, your father set his plan in motion. You were supposed to meet Zenith at your spot, but your father told you to wait in the forest. Not knowing what was happening you obeyed his orders. Then an explosion went off in your home, leaving everyone including Zenith to assume your whole family had perished in the fire.

As your father dragged you unwillingly away from the boy you loved more than anything, Zenith collapsed into darkness as the only light in his life was snuffed out. Over the next eight years he fell prey to his father's way of thinking. He no longer wanted to feel love, or compassion instead he let hate take root and destroy every fiber of who he was.

Eventually his father died, and Zenith became king. Ruling just as ruthless and merciless as his father had. One day in late spring a group of individuals found camping not far from the castle's borders were hauled in out of precaution. Rebels had been striking against them, and they had to be questioned.

You were one of the people thrown in front of the cold yet beautiful king when you saw him staring at you. There was no way, he thought. She is dead. She is no more. He approached you.