Mag-log inImagine being murdered by the very woman meant to protect you, your own grandmother, consumed by her lust for power. It sounds unreal, doesn’t it? But that has been my reality. This is my seventh life, seven times I have been reborn, and seven times I have died before the age of eighteen. At only five years old, I hid in a cupboard and watched through a crack as my grandmother, Lunice, gave the order that slaughtered my brothers, the royal princes of Ahenil, after news came that my father, King Ahenos, had been killed in battle. To secure her throne, she commanded the execution of every male in the royal bloodline. My mother’s maid, Martha, risked everything to smuggle me away. She raised me like her own, alongside her daughter Jane, the girl who became my light, and later, the love of my last life. But no matter where I ran or how I lived, fate found me. In each of my six past lives, my grandmother’s shadow hunted me down, ending me at eighteen. Sometimes she killed Jane too. Sometimes even Martha. Each death left me broken, yet each rebirth filled me with memories, scars, and a growing resolve. Now, in this seventh, I am no longer the helpless boy cowering behind a cupboard’s door. I carry the wisdom of six lives, the pain of countless betrayals, and the fire of vengeance that will not be quenched. This time, I will reclaim my throne. This time, I will protect those I love. And when October comes, the cursed month of my death, the world will remember my name. I am the rightful heir, the cursed prince reborn. And this time… I will defy fate itself.
view moreThis time… it will be different.While Martha and Jane head to the market, I stay behind, sitting by the window and gazing out at the forest. The sunlight filters through the leaves, and for a moment, the tranquility feels genuine, but peace in this kingdom has always been a facade.Because I remember.I remember every life that unfolded after Queen Lunice’s ascent.I recall the years of drought, children perishing from hunger, and merchants pushed to their limits. I also recall wandering through towns where people cursed the heavens and pleaded for mercy, and where laughter was a myth.Under her rule, the kingdom that once glimmered with gold became a wasteland of ash and sorrow.I recall her soldiers marching through villages, taking firstborn sons as offerings for her so-called “protection.” I remember mothers clutching lifeless babies, their tears mixing with the dust of the streets. I remember trying to save them—at least once, but I failed.And it led to my death.In one life, I
(Ethan’s POV)The dawn softly seeps through the wooden window, casting gentle rays of gold on my face. The fire in the hearth has flickered out, leaving just a wisp of smoke and a warmth that smells like remnants of yesterday’s dreams. For a moment, I stay still, soaking in the sounds of life stirring anew—the distant chirping of birds, women chatting as they gather water, and the familiar creak of Martha’s footsteps on the floorboards.It’s a new morning, a fresh start, and another chance to live again.The aroma of herbs wafts into the room, mingling with the subtle scent of freshly baked bread. Martha’s voice floats through our little cottage, humming a lullaby—a tune she used to sing to me as a child in all my past lives. It tugs at my heartstrings. Even after seven lives, that melody feels like home.Then I hear Jane’s giggle. That sound could heal entire kingdoms. She’s already up, her tiny feet pattering on the floor as her mother styles her hair. I fully open my eyes, letting
(Ethan’s POV)Sleep doesn’t come easy for me. Even when it does, it's hardly peaceful.As soon as my eyes shut a second time, the warmth of Martha’s home slips away, and I find myself in a familiar place—a battlefield I've been to way too often.The ground is soaked in blood, and the air is thick with the smell of iron and ash. Screams echo through the night, sharp like dying stars. I’m back in the thick of it again—older and stronger, my sword gripped tightly in my hand.Then I see her, Martha, this time around.She’s running with us as we try to escape from the queen’s men, her eyes filled with desperation, her lips calling my name like my real mother with so much love and concern. For a brief moment, we thought we had outrun them until Martha sustained an injury that slowed us down, and she left a note one night and returned so she wouldn't be a burden to us as we tried to flee to save ourselves. That broke both me and Jane because we had no choice but to move forward so that her s
(Ethan’s POV)"Martha, stop," I whisper urgently.The soldiers are just ahead, maybe twenty paces away, with their footsteps crunching softly on the leaves. They haven't spotted us yet.Martha's breathing quickens. "Ethan, what are you—""Hide," I interrupt, tugging at her sleeve. "Now."She hesitates, probably wondering how a five-year-old can sound so certain, but something in my voice convinces her. Quietly, she leads the horse off the path and crouches down with me behind a sturdy oak tree.We sit there, pressed against the roots, our breaths shallow.The two soldiers stroll by slowly, chatting in hushed tones about heading back to the city. The moonlight glints off their armor as they fade down the trail.Only when their footsteps disappear does Martha finally release a breath. "That was close," she mumbles.I nod, continuing to monitor the path. This had never happened before. In my previous life, this road was empty.“Why is it different this time?”It feels like fate is shifti












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