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Heir of Shadows

Heir of Shadows

Boss Adam

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In a kingdom where power is inherited, and bloodlines define destinies, Prince Rowan's life is marked by the looming pressure of one day ascending to the throne. But when his father, King Alden, suddenly passes under mysterious circumstances, Rowan discovers a shocking secret buried deep within the royal archives: he is not the true heir. The throne rightfully belongs to his long-lost half-sister, Isla, raised in secret far away from the palace. Now, with the kingdom on the brink of civil war, Rowan must decide whether to fight for his birthright or help Isla reclaim what is hers, all while grappling with a growing bond between them that neither can deny. But as traitors rise, enemies lurk in the shadows, and the truth behind the king's death unravels, Rowan's loyalty is tested in ways he never imagined. With time running out, he must choose between the crown, family, and the future of the realm.

Chapter 1 1

The royal palace was cloaked in an unsettling stillness as Prince Rowan wandered the echoing halls of the ancient castle. The sun had set hours ago, casting the stone walls in shadows, and yet he couldn't bring himself to sleep. His father's death had left a hollow ache in his chest, one that no amount of rest could heal. King Alden had ruled with strength, wisdom, and an unwavering sense of duty. The realm had depended on him, and now... now, it depended on Rowan.

He wasn't ready. He knew that. No amount of preparation could prepare him for the weight of the crown.

The corridors seemed endless as Rowan's footsteps rang out against the cold stone floor. His mind was clouded with questions- questions that had begun to unravel after his father's death. The whispers that followed in the wake of the king's passing spoke of nothing but doubt. Some claimed it was natural- King Alden had been ill for some time. Others murmured that the disease had come on too quickly, that it was far too sudden to be natural.

Rowan wasn't one to entertain rumors, but a nagging thought kept burrowing into the back of his mind. What if the king hadn't died from illness at all?

He pushed open the door to his father's study, the only room in the palace that had yet to feel the absence of King Alden. It was a room Rowan had rarely entered in his youth, preferring the company of his brothers and the carefree nature of his younger years. But now, standing alone in the dimly lit space, he could almost feel his father's presence, as if Alden's spirit lingered among the bookshelves and ancient scrolls.

The study smelled of ink and parchment, the air thick with the weight of secrets. Rowan had been coming here every night for the past week, searching for answers, trying to understand what had happened to the man who had been both a father and a king. The dim light of the single candle he had lit flickered as he approached the desk where his father had spent countless hours, poring over matters of state.

There was a drawer, just beneath the desk's surface, that Rowan had never opened. It had always been locked, a secret even Rowan's older brothers had never managed to pry into. But now, with his father gone, there was no one to stop him.

His hand trembled slightly as he reached for the drawer's lock. With a quick turn of the key he had found hidden in the desk's compartment, the drawer opened, revealing a collection of papers and a single sealed letter.

Rowan's heart skipped a beat. His father had always been meticulous about order, and the mere presence of a letter in such a hidden location felt deliberate. He carefully removed the letter, turning it over in his hands. The wax seal was imprinted with the royal crest, but it didn't bear the king's signature.

His breath caught. This wasn't from his father.

Slowly, he broke the seal and unfolded the letter, his eyes scanning the elegant script written within.

---

To the rightful heir of Eldor,

If you are reading this letter, then the time has come to reveal the truth that has been hidden for many years. The man you call your father, King Alden, is not the one who should rule this realm. The throne belongs to another, one who has lived in secrecy, protected from the world's knowledge.

This is a dangerous secret, but one that cannot remain hidden any longer. The true heir of Eldor is not the eldest son of King Alden, but his daughter-Isla. She is your sister, Rowan. Your half-sister, born of the union that was concealed from all but the closest advisors.

Isla's birth was shrouded in secrecy, for her mother's life was at risk from those who would see her destroyed. She was taken far away, hidden from the palace's eyes, but she lives. And when the time is right, she will come to claim what is rightfully hers.

You are no longer the heir. It is your duty to protect Isla and ensure her safety when she arrives. Should you fail to do so, the kingdom will fall into chaos. The enemies of Eldor know of her existence, and they will stop at nothing to see her dead before she can take the throne.

Do not trust those around you. The kingdom has many traitors in its midst.

Be vigilant. Be wise. And above all, be ready for what is to come.

Yours in truth,

Eldric, Advisor to the King

---

Rowan's fingers went cold as he reread the letter. Isla. His half-sister. His true successor.

His mind reeled with the implications. His father had kept this secret all these years? How had Alden-strong, unyielding Alden-hidden the existence of a daughter from his own flesh and blood? The letter mentioned traitors in the kingdom, and Rowan could feel a growing unease in his gut. Who else knew? Who else had been keeping secrets from him?

He stood there, rooted to the spot, as the weight of the revelation began to sink in. He was no longer the heir. His future-the future he had always imagined-was no longer his to claim.

But what about Isla? Where was she now? Was she even alive? Was she truly ready to step into the role of queen?

Rowan couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. If Isla was truly the rightful heir, why had no one told him? Why had his father kept such an important truth locked away in a drawer, hidden from everyone?

And why, above all else, had the king's death been so sudden?

There were more questions than answers, and Rowan knew he couldn't trust anyone-not without uncovering the truth for himself. He had to find Isla, protect her, and ensure that the kingdom's future was secure. But first, he needed to understand what had happened to his father.

With determination setting in, Rowan folded the letter and tucked it into his tunic. He had no choice but to venture beyond the palace walls. If Isla was out there, hidden somewhere, he would find her. And when he did, he would do whatever it took to protect her-and to learn the truth about his father's death.

---

The moon hung high in the sky as Rowan made his way through the castle's secret passageways, the ones known only to the royal family. He needed to speak with the one person who might know more about the king's death: Eldric, the royal advisor. Eldric had served King Alden faithfully for decades, and though Rowan had always found him a bit too reserved, he couldn't deny the man's intellect and loyalty to the crown.

The passageways twisted and turned beneath the castle, leading him to a small, dimly lit chamber. Eldric's private quarters.

Rowan hesitated at the door, his hand resting on the cool wood. He had never entered this room before. The advisor's personal life had always been as much of a mystery as the man himself. But tonight, there was no room for hesitation. He needed answers.

He knocked sharply, and a voice from within called out.

"Enter."

Rowan pushed the door open, his eyes narrowing as he took in the sight of Eldric seated at a small desk, scribbling notes on a piece of parchment. The man was in his late fifties, his hair graying at the temples, his face lined with age and wisdom. He looked up at Rowan's entrance, his expression unreadable.

"Prince Rowan," Eldric greeted him, standing slowly, his eyes flickering with a hint of surprise. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"

Rowan didn't waste time with pleasantries. "You knew, didn't you?"

Eldric's brows furrowed, his face hardening for a brief moment before he spoke again. "I beg your pardon, Your Highness?"

"You knew about Isla," Rowan pressed, his voice tight with urgency. "You knew that she was the true heir."

The silence in the room was suffocating. Eldric didn't move. He didn't speak. For a long moment, the only sound was the flickering of the candle.

Finally, Eldric sighed, his shoulders slumping with the weight of the truth. "I did. I was sworn to secrecy by your father, Rowan. It was the king's decision to keep Isla's identity hidden. He believed it was for the greater good."

Rowan's mind raced. "The greater good? And what about the kingdom? What about me? The heir I thought I was?"

Eldric didn't answer immediately. He sat down again, his hands resting on the desk. "There were many factors at play, Your Highness. The kingdom was in turmoil during your father's early years of rule. Enemies were at every corner, and your father believed it was safer for Isla to be kept away from the public eye, from those who might wish to harm her."

Rowan's heart pounded. "And now? What happens now that my father is dead? What happens to the throne?"

Eldric's gaze was grave. "Now, we find Isla. We make sure she is ready to take her place as queen."

---

The next steps were clear. Rowan had to find Isla. He would stop at nothing to protect her, even if it meant risking everything he thought he knew about the kingdom, about his father, and about his own destiny.

The game had changed, and Rowan was determined to ensure that the right heir would take the throne, no matter the cost.

Rowan's mind raced as he absorbed Eldric's words. The future of the kingdom-his future-hung in the balance. Everything he thought he knew about his place in the world had been a lie. He wasn't the heir. The throne had never truly belonged to him. But Isla... his half-sister, raised in secret. He barely knew her, and now he had to trust her with the realm's destiny.

"I will find her," Rowan declared firmly, his jaw set. "Where is she?"

Eldric's tired eyes flickered with uncertainty. "It is not as simple as that, Your Highness."

Rowan clenched his fists. "You've kept her hidden for years, Eldric. Do you really expect me to simply wait around for her to appear when the kingdom is on the brink of chaos? People will fight for the throne. There will be blood."

Eldric took a slow, deliberate breath. "I understand your anger, Prince Rowan. But you must understand the dangers that lie ahead. If Isla is discovered before she is ready-before she understands the full weight of her heritage-there are those who will not hesitate to kill her. The enemies of your father's reign have been waiting for this day, and they will stop at nothing to ensure she never ascends to the throne."

Rowan's stomach churned. He'd heard rumors of conspiracies and plots against the crown, but hearing Eldric speak of them so plainly made them feel real-too real.

"I'm not asking you to trust her immediately," Eldric continued. "But I am asking you to help her. To protect her. She has the blood of the true monarch in her veins, but she is unprepared. If you do not help her, everything your father worked for will unravel."

Rowan nodded slowly, his chest tightening with the responsibility now thrust upon him. He had never imagined his role would be one of protector instead of king. But he couldn't afford to be selfish now. If Isla was the true heir, he had to support her. He had to help her claim what was hers-if she could ever be convinced to accept it.

"Where is she?" Rowan repeated, more urgently this time. "What do I need to do?"

Eldric hesitated before speaking again, his voice low. "Isla is not in Eldor anymore. She was sent away for her own protection years ago, to a place where few can find her. But I know where she is. I've kept track of her movements over the years."

Rowan felt a surge of hope. "Tell me."

Eldric stood, walking to a map that hung on the wall in the corner of the room. With a steady hand, he traced a line across the parchment. "She is hidden in the north, in a village near the border. It is remote, isolated from the capital, where no one would think to look."

Rowan's heart beat faster. The north. A land of harsh winters and rugged terrain, where few dared to venture. A perfect place to hide someone from prying eyes.

"How will I get to her?" Rowan asked, already preparing himself for the journey ahead.

Eldric's face softened, and for the first time, a hint of sorrow crossed his features. "I will give you all the information you need, but you must go alone. There can be no indication of your true purpose. If you take soldiers or anyone loyal to the throne, you risk alerting the very people who would seek to harm Isla."

Rowan nodded. "I understand."

The thought of leaving the palace-and the weight of his newfound responsibilities-was daunting. But he couldn't allow his half-sister's life to be placed in danger. The kingdom would fall into unrest without a ruler, but that wasn't his primary concern right now. Isla's safety came first.

Eldric handed Rowan a sealed pouch. "This contains everything you'll need for the journey. Maps, supplies, and most importantly, a letter to the village's leader. It will grant you safe passage to Isla, though I urge you to move with caution. The north is far from forgiving, and there are more dangers there than you may realize."

Rowan took the pouch, his fingers brushing against the rough cloth. "I'll leave tonight."

"No," Eldric replied, his voice firm. "You must wait until dawn. Leave under the cover of morning. You will be better prepared, and you need time to gather your thoughts. Trust me, Rowan, haste will only hinder you."

Rowan bit back his frustration. He wanted to leave immediately, to ride north as fast as his horse could carry him. But Eldric's words made sense. He needed to be strategic. He couldn't afford to be reckless, not when so much was at stake.

"I'll leave at dawn," Rowan said, his voice resigned but determined.

Eldric nodded approvingly. "Good. And remember, Prince Rowan-this is not just about finding Isla. It is about ensuring the future of the kingdom. If she is to rule, she must be prepared to do so. You must teach her what it means to be a leader. To be a queen."

Rowan swallowed hard. The thought of instructing Isla on how to rule seemed impossible. He had never been trained for that role-he had only ever prepared to inherit the throne himself. Now, he was expected to teach her everything.

"I will," Rowan said, though doubt lingered in his voice. "I will teach her."

Eldric gave a small, approving smile, but it was tinged with sadness. "May the gods guide you on this path, Prince Rowan. You are about to embark on a journey that will change everything."

As Rowan turned to leave, Eldric's voice stopped him one last time.

"Do not underestimate the challenges ahead," the advisor warned. "You will face more than just physical dangers. There will be those who will test your resolve, who will try to turn you against Isla. You must stay true to the path."

Rowan turned back, his gaze steady. "I will not fail."

With that, he left the advisor's quarters, his mind heavy with the weight of his mission. The truth had been revealed, but the road ahead was still shrouded in uncertainty. He had to find Isla, protect her, and prepare her to take the throne. And he had to do it all without anyone knowing the real reason for his journey. There were too many eyes watching.

The palace felt different now, as if the very air was charged with unspoken tension. Rowan's thoughts drifted to his father's death-was it truly natural, as the royal physicians had claimed? Or had there been something more at play? He couldn't ignore the suspicion gnawing at the back of his mind.

As the night wore on, Rowan found himself unable to sleep. The weight of his new responsibilities was overwhelming, and the uncertainty of Isla's future made it impossible to rest. He sat by the window, staring out into the dark expanse of the kingdom he had thought he would rule. But now, everything was uncertain.

At dawn, he would leave for the north. But before he did, he would make sure no one suspected his true intentions. There was still time to prepare, to mask his departure as a simple diplomatic mission.

As the first light of day broke through the curtains, Rowan stood and gathered his belongings. His journey had begun, and there was no turning back.

The kingdom's fate rested on his shoulders- on Isla's shoulders. And Rowan would stop at nothing to ensure she claimed her birthright, no matter what it took.

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