The child had no name.
From the moment he entered the world, he was unwanted, a sin that should have never been born.
His mother, a woman of faith, once served as a healer in the sacred halls of the Grand Solis Cathedral, where she dedicated her life to prayers, tending to the wounded, and offering comfort to the weary.
She was a kind soul, beloved by the people who came seeking solace.
But her fate was sealed the moment she caught the eye of a man who should have never set foot in such a holy place.
The King of Sinalta.
She was barely more than a girl when he took notice of her. At first, she thought it was a passing curiosity, something fleeting that would soon be forgotten.
But fate was cruel, and power was absolute. The king, ruthless in his desire, claimed what he wanted without hesitation.