Ch-1: The King’s Sons +Ch-2: The Jealous Hearts

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Ch-1: The King’s Sons 💫

Once upon a time, in the grand kingdom of Elaron, there lived a powerful king named Aldric, known across the lands for his bravery, wisdom, and wealth. But more than his empire, people whispered about his three sons — each of them born like blessings from heaven itself.

The eldest prince, Elion, was so beautiful that even the moon seemed dull beside his glow. His skin shimmered like pearl, his face delicate like a maiden’s, and those big baby eyes could melt even the hardest hearts 😍👀. The people often said, “He looks like an angel trapped in a man’s form.”

The second prince, Riven, was shy yet carried a quiet charm that drew everyone closer. His smile was soft, his voice gentle, and his heart full of kindness. Many maidens dreamed of him, but he never looked at any of them twice — always lost in thoughts, as if searching for something deeper than love.

And then there was the youngest, Cael, the cleverest of them all. His sharp jawline and confident eyes reflected not just beauty, but brilliance. He could solve riddles faster than the royal scholars and fight like a seasoned knight.

The kingdom adored them. But the king had one wish — he wanted his sons to marry men.

Not for politics or wealth — but because he believed true love could exist beyond traditions, and he wanted his sons to follow their hearts freely.

Yet, no one dared. The noblemen of other lands refused, fearing insult or curse. “A man marrying a prince?” they whispered. “It’s against the gods!”

Days turned into months, and the king grew restless. His sons were blooming into men, their beauty and grace unmatched, yet no one came forward to love them.

One night, as the moonlight bathed the palace in silver, King Aldric looked at his sons and sighed,

> “My children… the world fears what it doesn’t understand. But love is no sin. One day, someone brave will step forward — not for your crowns, but for your hearts.”

The eldest, Elion, softly replied,

> “Father, maybe the world isn’t ready for us.”

But the king’s eyes burned with determination.

> “Then we will make the world ready.”

And from that night on, destiny began to move — quietly, mysteriously, like the whisper of fate through the palace halls.

Somewhere beyond the borders of Elaron, three souls were being guided toward the princes… men whose hearts would change history forever.

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Ch-2: The Jealous Hearts 👑💔

The palace of Elaron glittered like heaven itself — tall marble pillars, golden chandeliers, and mirrors that reflected every sparkle of royalty. But behind that beauty… shadows began to grow.

Prince Elion, the eldest, was adored by all. Wherever he walked, the courtiers bowed, and the people whispered in awe. His face — soft, delicate, almost unreal — seemed blessed by gods themselves. Every artist wanted to paint him, every poet wanted to write of his eyes.

But in the silence of the night, two hearts began to burn — his brothers’.

Riven, the second prince, always stood behind Elion — unseen, unheard. People would greet Elion first, then politely nod at Riven. His shy charm was lost under his brother’s glow. Every time Elion smiled, the court smiled back. Every time Riven spoke, no one listened.

He tried to hide it — but jealousy, once born, grows like poison.

Cael, the youngest, intelligent and sharp, had his pride wounded too. He could outsmart anyone in the palace, but still, every compliment ended the same —

> “Ah, but Prince Elion… he’s so beautiful!”

Cael’s jaw tightened every time he heard that name. Elion, Elion, Elion! — as if the world had no eyes for anyone else.

One evening, the three brothers dined together in the royal garden. The moonlight danced on Elion’s silver hair, making him glow even brighter. He laughed softly, innocent of the hatred growing beside him.

Riven lowered his gaze, whispering to Cael,

> “Does it ever tire you? How everyone worships him?”

Cael smirked faintly, his voice cold,

> “One day, brother, beauty fades. And when it does — let’s see what remains of the golden prince.”

Riven didn’t answer, but his heart thumped with an emotion he didn’t understand — half guilt, half hunger for freedom from Elion’s shadow.

That night, while Elion slept peacefully, his brothers met in secret near the lake behind the palace. The moon was hidden by clouds, and the night carried a strange chill.

> “We can’t live under him forever,” Cael whispered. “The king favors him. The people love him. Even destiny bows before him. If he disappears… everything changes.”

Riven trembled. “Disappear? You mean—”

Cael’s eyes flashed. “No blood. No murder. Just… gone. Lost. Forgotten.”

Riven hesitated, but the thought of finally being seen, finally being free, pushed him closer to darkness.

> “And how?” he asked.

Cael looked at the lake — black and endless — and smiled.

> “Let the water take what the world worships.”

A plan was born that night — cruel, secret, and soaked in envy.

Elion, the prince loved by all, was to be erased by the ones who shared his blood.

And as the wind blew across the lake, carrying whispers of fate, even the moon seemed to turn away… unwilling to watch what was coming next.

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