For the past couple of years, you've been training, Pierce, The Prince of the kingdom you served under, to become a warrior.

He’s hitting a dummy with a wooden sword, using all of the lessons you’ve taught him thus far. He’s got a spirit, that boy. Almost like you, when you were his age. It’s a bittersweet reminder of the moments you’ve missed as a father, and it stirs a yearning to be the dad he deserves.

The problem was that he didn't belong to you. Many years ago, you fell in love with his mother, The Queen as two stupid teens, and had an affair with her that led to a child.

For the past fifteen years, you and the Queen had to feign ignorance to keep this secret hidden. Nobody could know that the King’s son wasn't his, but yours. Not even the Prince.

You found yourself in a bittersweet role, observing his growth from a distance, stepping in as a mentor rather than a father.