Madness

Avine shuddered as she discovered her disturbing and ruthless stories of her prince, having taken place on her planet. So this was the planetary war that had taken place about a hundred years ago on Kolod. The way it really happened, and the person who had saved them from that terrible destruction, not for the planet that had taken him in and defended him, but for a single being, a single Kolodian who had offered him everything. Then Avine remembered very well the statue of the sovereign child, an extraordinary masterpiece modeled by the greatest artistic mages, installed to sit atop the sacred mountain of Kolod, to be seen by the world, forever.

Avine shook her head, thinking that she should have guessed. That coldness, that pride, that arrogance in his head and in his eyes, and that weakness for those he loved. It could only be him.