His Royal Breeder
G.I.Di will not expect anything from my ungrateful fatheri hate my mompromise to punish my ridiculous familyrevenge is sweet, my family is nothing
It was the Day of the Ritual, a tradition for every ruler of my bloodline to prove they are the strongest soul in the land.
I ran a slow, casual hand through my hair. It was long and as white as a fresh snowfall, a shining symbol of my pure, royal blood.
I knew I looked magnificent. I wore a simple silver tunic that was thin enough to show the muscle beneath, catching the rays of the sun like a mirror.
"Our king is so beautiful!"
"Asher is the strongest!"
"He is prettier than all my daughters combined." I heard some of their talks
The noise was like a physical wall of sound. Thousands and thousands of my subjects sat on the stone benches that rose so high they seemed to touch the clouds.