CHAPTER 2 

The tyrant king picked me up, I put all my strength trying to escape from his hand but my body was not even moving from what I could say just from flailing my arms and legs I was tired and cuddled into his arms………..into the arms of the man who had me killed

Nicholas carried me to a nearby bed where a women lay, she was really pretty with golden blond hair. He handed me to the woman she hugged and kissed me on the forehead.

HUH…why is she kissing me. Question after question popped into my mind even thou a little embarrassed to accept it, I really didn’t mind the kiss coming from such a gorgeous lady such as her

Then Nicholas took me from her and walked towards what seemed to be a balcony.

There was noise excited chatter’s and some shouting from what I could say, he carried me outside the balcony and the noise grew louder.

I don’t know what made me do it but I suddenly started wailing, Nicholas looked at me then he gently stroked my cheeks ‘don’t cry my little prince’                                                                                   

Don’t tell me I was reborn as his………Son

There’s nothing worse than this, or so I thought the royal family had a tradition of training there future generation through the most difficult training’s, there were rumors which even mentioned the deaths of the children some even said they heard the screams of children from the castle every night shouting stop or NOOOOOO!.....