35. My past my pain

Lorin's p.o.v

When the drums of war played, I knew we were ambushed.

I got my two swords that my mother had given me before her death and prepared myself, each time I held the swords I couldn't help but remember that I was really lonely, my mother died after giving birth to me, Maria the head maid that had raised me told me how my mother knew I had a fighting spirit immediately I was born, she always told me how my mother loved me dearly before I was even born, every time I looked at her beautiful portrait, I couldn't help but wish I was dead instead of her.

My father the King blamed me for her death ever since I was young, he mostly hated the sight of me because I looked a lot like my mother, he decided to later put on a stupid rule, I was to be in a veil until a man who was worthy of my hand could manage to remove it, and so I tried to please my father by complying to his rule, but that bastard still despised me no matter what good I did.

For the past 20 years I was treated like a