Chapter I

"𝑮𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔"

𝑰 remember how the royal garden looks like back then, yellow roses are shining like bells , as it leaves replicates the spring touch of mist upon the dreadry day. Thorns are visible yet it keeps harmonizing the royal color of the sun.

Everything was clear, after all, it's the beginning of spring, the harvesting time after the long touch of autumn and winter. The sky was a touch of grey and blue as rain started to drip while I was still on the vacant corner of the garden where a bench made of cold and hard debris is located.

I let the rain pour unto me as I hear thunders from the sky followed by the flash of lightning. Until a few moments of reminisce I hear a few gasp and grunts few steps ahead of me.

Rain keeps pouring as I hear some slashes comming after. Again and again.

Until I realize something, in between rain and cold, there is only one possibility of sunch words rumbling as of escaping and facing death.

'Assassination… ', a famous slaughtering upon a someone higher up or perhaps , a person who dared to overpower someone's dry hands.

Hiding my presence I began to walk as my eyes hear the voices begans to be clearer and clearer. I hear the slashes becomes thorough as curses and presence of different peoples assemples upon the direction.

"M-monster", a few steps, I hear words as my boots was been painted with blood flowing like flood in the shady green grass.

Right after I finally turn to see it. A sword was been drawn near my neck. I remain stoic as I remember what my training have gifted me. The ability to remain calm even if death is just few steps ahead and behind.

"Are you also sent to kill me? ", cold like past winter... The first thoughts of mine when I first hear his voice.

Slowly and carefully I dare to look upon the holder of the swords that might rip my neck any moment.

𝗟𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁.

Like a bright sun in dawn, rising upon the hollow shadow of clouds, his hair was bright gold locks, bowed down and completely covering his forehead, and I already realizes him without even looking for other proof. 𝘈 𝘳𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺.

His eyes was mesmerizing bright blue as the ocean, his nose was perfectly shaped like a sculpture I once see in a the royal mosaic. His face was like a harmless beauty retelling the glory of a myth, looking like an angel descended from hell. He is taller than my seven years old body. Clearly older than me yet not few old to be called an adult.

He is wearing the royal training hear of trousers with black and a sleeve with a clearly sophisticated fabric,even his sword has the emblem of the royal family. Perhaps, a Prince. The one I'll be serving from now on.

Yet despite his shining glory like sun upon the dripping rain, his hands, clothes and face was covered with blood.

Body of few assasins was shattered from where we are standing. Head are rolling like a pieces of useless stones in the ring of the garden.

"I'm asking you, who are you?", I remain wordless nevertheless as the sword slowly touches my neck.

"Raven Clefia Olga, the new butler from the house of  Olga Marchionne, your majesty", his sword continues to drip in my neck, slowly draining my blood as I my suit was being soak with it together with the rain.Blood and mud becomes the same scarlet color all of the sudden with his sword.

"Olga?", he slowly withdraw his swords before taking it back to the its shed. I don't know if it's just nostalgic but as he speaks, the cloud started to stir as if it's  been beaten by the sun completely abandoning the grey clouds it first gives.

"Raven isn't it? How funny, your hair was silvery albino even tied in pigtails, eyes so red like rubbies covered with blood, why are you called raven? You're not black at all",

The rain was pouring slowly and slowly as my red eyes meet the ocean orbs of his. Even though his words seems humorous, his eyes was not opening up the same thoughts, a stone cold aura, with a heavy pressure in his words.

"Because I'm indeed a Raven your Majesty, a devourer of the night", I dare to reply,  after I said that, his reaction began to change.

The clouds opened up and It was clear, sunshines near his face as I saw the most beautiful smile of all, completely different from what I've seen, before, a smile of pride and glory as if finding and facing a great gem he found most fascinating,

"A devourer huh? If you're a mere devourer then what makes me then? ", he asks while still looking at my eyes. It is clear as ocean yet cold as winter nights. Yet he pronounce a very despicable ambiance, like a light foreshadowing the heavy pale sorroundings. he is like…

"Sun", he looks taken aback but I dare to continue, "your majesty is like the sun", I repeated before hearing his low,

"Why?",

"someone who shines yet able to burn everyone with it's glory, a mere devourer like me wouldn't be able to touch it even if I use my all for his light is like a river touching the sky, will devour a devourer of night like me", I honestly answered as he then smirked. A very beautiful sight yet enough to make a regular persin shivers in agony.

"I like you, since you keep calling me majesty, servant, do you know who is this sun your talking about? ", his words keeps illuminating sweet letters nonetheless it manifold even deeper meaning. A one words of inappropriate phrase may cut a tongue.

"Yes, your Majesty ", I breathed as a heavy pressure remain on my shoulders. So much for my mere small body to take. Yet too much for a regular person to take.

I once glance at his features. As I slowly uncover the truth behind his glorious singularity.

"The youngest Prince, Helios Rhapaello Aeronaldia"… he slowly turn towards the flowers of the royal garden getting a hold of the yellow rose covered with blood in his right side, picking and then crushing it.

"Will you do this Prince a favour then? ", I look at his figure is his hands was bleeding owing to the thorns of the golden roses.

"What is it your Majesty? ",

"Let me hear you call me the sun everytime", my eyes tainted with confusion yet I stay and remain in between the balance of the ground.

"May I ask why your Majesty? ", his back was clearly facing me as he slowly walk away, answering me in the process. Letting me hear the rocking phase that may cause eccentric idiosyncrasies in the whole Empire.

"I'm looking forward to become one", my eyes widens for everyone being knows it, the sun of the Empire means...𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘌𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘳...

Everyone who hears him will be surprised, a young prince like him who wish to be the sun will face a lot more threat. I slowly look at the corpses down me.

They say a child don't have a bad attitude, they are just raised with bad teachers. Yet in this peculiar case, it is not the teacher who made him burnish his light, it is his will, pride and luminance himself. Blood may thicker than water, but in an Empire, a sun is shining glory alone in daylight, it keeps darkness away, yet it pulls shadows much closer in order to sheen much luster than the once a man have seen and burn them all in his hands, until no one shall defy them. Not even their own bloodline. 

-𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒅 ➢