That very day was the beginning of King Draco’s visit to Haenada and with each visit, he made a fuss over the gifts he would send. He always had time to visit the beautiful princess of Haenada and each time he returned, his tales about her would take an entire day he would no longer spend teaching Drazhan or talking one on one with his son as he usually does. It was always Avyanna, Avyanna, and Avyanna all the time. But what hurt more was how greatly he spoke of her. To the young prince, it felt like Avyanna had stolen something from him, something unique, something that he alone had for himself. She had stolen his father’s love. The seed in his heart began to grow, slowly, till it got to the extent where he hated hearing her name in the castle-like she was a disease that had plagued the c
