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Dawned a new day on Briar Valley , a chilling winter morning on the month of january when all was white and no being would dare leave their house if there was no matter of absolute importance to be attended to , much to the dismay of those that wish to remain at home that was no ordinary day , it was a joyous date for celebration of course , at last the first heir to the throne of thorns had reached his fifth birthday . Fragile little creature he was , finally Malleus had reached the age when he could be presented to the kingdom , no more there was the constant need to fear for his livelihood in the form of his health .
The king and princess were overjoyed to show the one who would one day reign those lands , therefore it was only fitting that a great ball would happen that night to celebrate such an occasion . And so the littlest fae stood by the entire day watching as the preparations for the event were carried by the castle's servants , until then he had never had such movement happening in those halls , that was the most entertained he'd ever been in his life , it was much better than looking at people through the giant windows on the castle . Somehow the prince had returned to his energetic ways , even if just for that day , he would run through the hallways looking at all the rooms , seeing the servants do so many tasks .
How could that day get any better ? The young fae would ask himself .
At nightfall the guest would start arriving , their names announced by a man that stood at the ballroom's monumental doors , they came from far and wide , Malleus could not help but admire as so many people were there , he felt like all of that could be a dream that he would soon wake from as it was too good to be true . The last attendee to arrive at the party was perhaps the most important by far , the ruler of a neighbouring kingdom , a dear friend to the king of thorns , and then the ball could truly start . A feast was served on luxurious golden platters , only the best and most delectable courses for such a special occasion , after all were properly fed then started the dances , even the little fae waltzed with beautiful people that thought he was too adorable not to . As he finished his third dance though , the realisation that his father was nowhere to be found in the ballroom set in on his mind , soon he set out on a quest to find him , he would look around the castle , there was no way he had truly disappeared .
The adventure to find the king came to a close when Malleus passed by a door that was slightly ajar , his father and the ruler of the neighbouring kingdom seemed to be having an important conversation that he did not want to interfere , so he kept only looking through the small opening as they talked and talked and talked , until suddenly ... A dagger ? Where did he take that from ? It glimmered in the candlelight that illuminated the room , so it was made of silver ... The fae king had nowhere to go , he knew his fate had been sealed , so no struggle was made as he was held by his throat and the sharp blade slowly stabbed his chest . Fatal , the body falling lifeless on the floor as the beautiful rug that adorned it was tinted in a dark scarlet colour , the beautiful tapestry now drowned in it .
Malleus could only stand in shock speechless as his father was murder by the human he used to call a friend , he would be next he de didn't move , he had to run , he needed to scream for help , someone , anyone , he could not die as well … At that moment Lilia arrived to find him , the outside of the castle was ablaze , the ruler that killed his father had every intention to decimate the kingdom that very night , all of the subjects the knights could protect and the princess , now queen , had already been taken to safety , the older fae had come in search of the king and his heir , but as he saw the prince he knew what had happened , it was clear .
There were direct orders to be obeyed if that was the outcome of his search , now in his arms Malleus could only look down , his beautiful emerald eyes as lively as the corpse of his father that laid impaled on the intricate rug , and he knew that at that moment his life had forever changed .