When we were younger... (POV Raine)

When I was younger, castle guards would not allow me to venture beyond the castle grounds (after said incident). Since we were of high status and were the future leadership of the village, they wanted protect us from the outsiders whose intentions were of ill-will. The guards had closed us off from the outer world. We became lonely.

I had first met Cirrus when we were no more than around six years old. The king and queen (our parents) introduced us to each other. She was a petite girl with big, sparkling royal blue eyes. Her head and hair was (and still is) bigger than her entire body. We got along well since we related. Our predicaments mirrored each other. She was my princess as I was her prince. I guess, somehow, we became the cure to our loneliness as we played and talked more.

Years passed. We grew older and still saw each other with the same frequency but in our alone time we both had our own interests. She dreamed of nothing more than courtship and becoming queen. She would always talk about the past kings and queens and talk about fairytales of royalty living happily ever after. Most of these idealized stories fed to her in her youth by her mother and father. I on the other hand became interested in something more...both adventurous, untraditional and controversial. I wanted to explore beyond this monotonous skyscape I’ve known since birth. I wanted to leave the kingdom. Like my brother whom was never talked about. Erased from our family history.