THE PLOY

Mikael's eyes glow in victory.

Who would have thought that the Universe would turned the table for him.

"Mikael! where's Stefan? Uncle Charles asked impatiently.

"I'm sorry Uncle but he has an urgent travel today. He had already given us the orders to take care of your stay here. I will make sure that Princess Lada will enjoy the tour in Seward. Don't worry.. Your Majesty! I will take care of everything for you....

and Princess Lada" I closely look in her eyes.

Is she frightened? that's interesting.

I smiled my best genuine smile.

Lada and Beatrix is of the same age.

But Lada is red hair and Beatrix's hair is soft silver.

Beatrix exudes elegance and refined character while Lada is shy and gauche.

In whatever difference they may have, Uncle Charles judgement on things always rule.

And I followed.

All my life, I am just a shadow.

A follower and second in line.

And I will never be the successor of the Dothinghelm throne.

Not unless...