Eighteen years ago, Count Legere destroyed my mother, accusing her of adultery, and sent me to an orphanage. But I grew up, and when the mark of the Royal Selection was lit on my shoulder, there was a chance to prove that I too had Leger blood flowing in me. That’s why I came to Trirein - to look my father in the eyes. But returning home turned out to be more difficult than I thought. The struggle for the attention of King Hakan turned out to be a life-or-death battle, and my own heart was so inopportunely drawn into it.