[Warning: Contains graphic content. Reader discretion advised.]
'I've always hated my mother'
And he had every right to, at least that's what he thought.
When he was a child His mother would lock him up in in the basement for two to four days depending on the "sin" he committed against she who weaves.
His mother often told him, commiting a sin against the goddess would greatly reduce the chances of him receiving a a royalty teir factor, or even worse, angering the goddess so much that she both doesn't give you a blessing and weave a curse in you.
Whenever he fell I'll, rested on his bed and couldn't attend his private tutoring,her majesty would take a bucket of ice cold water and toss it on her pitiful son's bed, what a poor child.
'was I wrong?'
Day after day, year after year the abuse would never stop and it only grew, but that wasn't even all that made this woman detestable.
when Kurokawa was 6, the queen had a child but it wasn't the king's child.
The king refused the baby and the queen wanted to get rid of her, but the king, being a moral man refused.
When Kurokawa was 17, that wicked woman crossed the line. He remembered that day as if it was yesterday, every single detail, the way his mother carried her little sister while she was unconscious, walking slowly towards the burning furnace as the child's personal maid sobbed and yet did nothing.
He aslo remembered seeing his mother smile for the first time as she was about to throw the child into the furnace.
Upon seeing this he did what any 17 year old would do.
'Was I wrong for end my mother's life?'
A voice knocked him back to reality.
"Excuse me sir" said the coach man as he slowed down the horse drawn carriage "we're almost there, see the sign over at the distance?"
Kuro seated at the back of the carriage looked through the rectangular opening on the carriage, along the sandy road was a sign from a distance hoisted above a steel gate.
"Yeah I see it, and don't call me sir, I'm not of royal blood anymore, remember that"
He then sticked his hand out of the opening and touched the coach man on his right shoulder, focusing his hazel eyes on him like a hawk as he turned around.
"Call me that again and I'll have your head"
The coach faced the road again "yes Kurokawa"
After a few minutes the carriage finally reached the gate, right above the gate was a sign reading "WELCOME TO GREYMAN CITY".
a peculiar looking man sat down outside the gate, dressed in rags rather than clothes, in his hand he held a tin cup with two silver and one gold coin inside.
Kuro looked at the man and thought to himself
'this man is obviously poor, but instead of finding something to do, he sits there expecting money to just be handed to him'
He shook his head in disappointment, as the peculiar looking man glanced at him, to the man it was quite clear, a handsome young man sitting in the back of a carriage being drawn by the finest horses?
Yes this kid was rich, the man gave a weak smile to kuro, extending his cup, however Kuro just looked at the man and scoffed as the carriage entered the gate.
The man watched the boy smile at him while his carriage entered the gate, baffled.
'sorry but nothing comes for free in this world, to earn you must give'
The carriage entered the gate and the air itself changed, it had the scent of smoke and industrial gas something that Kuro was far from used to, the people in the gates Widened their eyes as they saw the carriage entering the gates.
Kuro looked at them, an expression of disgust on his face 'whats wrong with these people, have they never seen a carriage before?'
The horses clicked their shoes on the cobblestone path and the coach man looked back at Kuro,"Mr. Kurokawa for how long will you be staying here? If you don't mind me asking" He said while he gave a gentle smile
Kuro looked at his peaceful smile 'dont give me that fake curtasy, you're just dying to get rid of me',. But he might as well answer him even if he thought that
"Well it all depends on your king, he's the one who sent me here as punishment, he said the monsters and spirits here will re descipline me" he looked at the window, saw, a kid on her father's shoulders laughing as of she knew no other expression
"Honestly, sending me here was the best case scenario for me, if it was someone else they would've been executed on the spot,"
The coach man looked at kuro with a bitter expression on his face "your father is a very kind man, you should be thankful of him"
Kuro's eyes dulled, "my farther is a fool, and he's unfit to be a king, kindness and ruling never work well together"
The coach man looked forward again, "well either way Kurokawa be careful, this city is home to many creatures, and you have not been blessed yet, remember to always to walk with that dagger your sister packed for you"
Kuro sighed then pulled a novel from his leather bag "I don't need blessing from some goddess to survive, I'm more than capable"
They reached the designated house that was purchased before hand and started unpacking.
Across the street, staring through the window at a house adjacent from there's was a young man about kuros age, a frail middle aged woman clung tightly to his shirt and sobbed, however all the young man's focus was on the boy who just arrived to his neighborhood on a fancy carriage.
The young man touched the glass of his window as he stared at kuro
'I wonder, why did you come here?'