Chapter 132

THERE were memories Prince Zephrain would want to bury in his mind. Memories that were a combination of bitter and sweet. He neither wanted it to be remembered nor he wanted it to be forgotten. The paradox of his wishes made it more bittersweet than any other past of his.

He was only nineteen at that time, still considered as a young Kryst. He was naive, and he was in love of adventure. Not until he was introduce to a beautiful woman of his age. A woman of an entirely different world and power.

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PRINCE ZEPHRAIN walked out of the throne room with a sigh of exhaustion and relief. He rubbed the side of his neck and rolled his left shoulder, grimacing when he felt the ache on his upper back. Really... he may be the first Prince but he's not the only one in line. There's still his younger brother, one who's intelligence was on par with him in a whole different level.

Zephrain groaned to himself. That was the problem. That kid was not yet ready to become the