Sangre

He liked the life he had been given, he liked learning new summoning circles, new ways to provoke his knight protector, avoid his duties or steal tangerines from the kitchens. The weight of her crown rested on her sister Sera hers, who deserved her more than anyone and whom Nize loved more than anyone. On the day Sera was killed, Nize lost two lives: her sister's and his own. Now it is he who is to inherit the crown, but the prince cares little about the throne; he will only live for and to find Sera's murderer, even if he has to break all the taboos of his religion, make a pact with a thousand demons, shed blood, start wars. Even if he has to become the king he never wanted to be and his knight looks at him just as he is looking at her right now. Oh Sasha. So noble and so narrow-minded.