It was rainy afternoon when a boy Mackis running for his life. It was one of terrible days he had after he decided to escape from Martyna. He is only thirteen year old and this life has been cruel for him to endure all sufferings since he was vanished from Burlington palace.
	Yes.
	He is a prince -a king supposed, after the death of his father king Nicolau of Burlington his mother queen Martyna reigned the kingdom disregarded that she is woman.
	Queen Martyna after the death of king Nicolau took the throne as a rightful to reign over Burlington but impossible to take over as long as eight-year-old prince Mackis is alive and healthy.
	It was a horrible action that almost put the prince to his death after he was pushed by queen Martyna to the castle's window three days after the death of the king. He must be dead or broken limb by limb if it is not in the net hanged covering the plants rescued him caused him not to land on a hard ground.
	It was almost midnight of his sleeping when his mother kissed his forehead to woke him up. It was a surprise! He never remember queen Martyna hugged nor kissed Mackis since he grew up. But this night is different. The woman hugged him so tight and kissed his cheek and forehead as if it was first and the last.
	"Young boy, it is your best luck if you never been born at all..." she whispered with a grin on her face.
	He never understood the word but never spoke a word to his mother.
	"Are you not to ask me why I never like you young prince?" She asked. "I never wished of becoming a mother -but a queen yes! 
She opened it and pulled him to reach the terrace. He felt the icy cold of the night but his mother never bothered to cover him. He watched the darkness surrounded them but his 
wickedest of a mother pushed him to fall there to his death.

	

THE SECRET PLAN

"Woe unto them that draw iniquity with cords of vanity, and sin as it were with a cart rope. 


 Mackis arrived at the pavilions with a light heart, having just confessed his true identity to Elise. He saw Lady Ignacia, a concubine and confidante of his late father, smiling at him from a distance. 'She must not recognize me from fifteen years ago,' he thought. However, his intentions to comfort his sister were misconstrued. Lady Ignacia treated Mackis with great kindness, inviting him to dinner in Kitara’s pavilion under the guise of comforting her. Kitara prepared a lavish meal as a token of gratitude for his unwavering support during her recovery. Mackis managed only a few bites of his meal before a sudden, irresistible heaviness overcame him. He fell into a deep sleep and slumped over the table. 


CHAPTER 47 - THE ACCUSED