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A royal wedding. Something that would be common talk amongst the townsfolk of the kingdom for years to come. The union of the two join their kindred as one. The couple was young, barely grasping adulthood but neither had known the gentle embrace of innocence since their younger years. Both hardened by internal wars and exhibit not only physical scars but mental too.
The wedding was arranged, a common prospect within Royal families to keep the bloodline strong. And the powerful blood ties that came with this union were too good for the king to deny. King Ra al Ghul blessed the matrimony of the young prince Damian to the Miraculous Order’s ‘Princess’, and although the girl’s status was built through loyalty rather than pure blood, she would become a powerful asset within his empire. Lady Talia (technically Princess Talia but she demanded everyone to call her Lady or Mistress) was quietly ecstatic at her father’s approval for her choice of Damian’s betrothed. She publicly announced the engagement when the promised two were nine.
The announcement set off a chain reaction. See, the royal family weren’t the best rulers, seems they lived by the motto ‘better to be feared than loved’. Under their tyranny many perished due to being ‘weak’ and others were killed if they disobeyed. Their regime demanded all able bodied young adults to join the army for five years before being released into their villages’ workforce; anyone who resisted was imprisoned, tortured and then killed (and not always in that order). The King and Lady had trained the young prince to kill anyone who he perceived as disloyal or puny; the population would pity him if they weren’t afraid of his reaction. The chain reaction came in the form of a coup, one that killed the King and sent the young prince into exile.
But that’s just what the peasants thought.