Volume II: Pity the Fool
The murder of my mother was… not well received.
That was most definitely putting it mildly!
Hope had no way to hide his crime — he had murdered the Warrior Queen, after all. He pleaded his case. No one listened.
Yet, as the new nominal authority of Catatran and titular commander of the frontier, I pardoned him! And no outsider dared to act upon sheer hate because of a threat that 'I'd' call back Catatran forces.
It was Despair who puppeted me into doing such a thing. It's not like five-year-old me had a concept of law or the true gravity of the situation.
All I knew at the time was that the woman called my 'mother' tried to kill me, and Hope saved me.
Me, the pitiful fool raised to be a hollow reflection of my father's image.
In any case, I had no idea what it meant to be a prince, king, or leader of any sort. I had received very little education at all; nor did any revere me.
