When my brother, the King, married fifteen years ago, I adopted his new family as my own. His wife... her baby daughter. My niece by their marriage. I went to war with the Savages. Over the years I traveled, going and coming back, watching her grow up. But the last battle kept me on the sidelines for five whole years... Now I have returned to take my rightful place, the place of the second contender to the throne. I am everything that this state holds on to, everything that it needs. That support that even my brother cannot rise to. They all look at me with respect. As the guardian of their honor. But they don't know the whole truth. In the power of shadows she haunts me at night. Throughout the day, she smiles and whispers, showing me echoes of that little girl’s footprints. But at night she is there, like a vision in black, watching, pursuing... and no words need to be spoken. She knows. I'm losing this battle. What is between us is a spark of vice. Thousands of years of honor and respect are at risk because our desires are unacceptable. But she doesn't care. And it’s all in her silence, she kills me... she wields it like a blade. The wild call of her blood is more than I can bear. And the need to own her body could destroy us both.