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In the lands of the twisted, sat 7 regions, each bearing a symbol and a hope for the future. When the new beginnings came, many of the kingdoms formed alliances. Yet there was one kingdom that had refuted the new allyships.
The kingdom of Heartslabyul.
The region that took after the Queen of hearts, a region of law and respectability. They are the only kingdom, with no allies.
Our story begins in the highest tower of the highest family. Within an enclosed room, locked from the world.
Sat a boy.
A boy with ruby hair and stormy eyes. Soft baby cheeks coated in tears from his short life. Blisters and calluses coating his fingers, slitting delicate skin like a knife through butter.
Prince Riddle.
A smart young heir with a mother whose hands were not made to nurture. He huddled into the embrace of his bed, closing teary eyes as he dreamt of lands too far away to grasp. A caged bird, wanting to fly.
Thousands of leagues under the deepest part of the ocean. Was a shell encrusted castle with kelp bedding and piles of food. The Empire of Octavinelle. Or The Kingdom of the sea witch. Low in the large palace,sat a small eel boy with turquoise hair and mismatched down turned eyes.
Floyd Leech, or one of the castle's many workers. He lived his life surrounded by boredom, the elver sort of adventure, and awe. Which left him in trouble, cradled in the tentacles or tail of his mother or queen. His best friend held the crown, but he held the joy.
The eel swam through pathways, searching for something and nothing all at once. Maybe if he looked hard enough, he would find what he was looking for.