TwilightWolf
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The King is Dead, Long Live the King...is a phrase you heard in whispers, considering that the old king was dead, his throne seized by a now tyrant ruler. There also had been rumors, that the crown prince, the rightful heir to the throne was dead, but the kingdom's core, the magical heart of the kingdom has not twisted and bent in evil like cores of other kingdoms that had been taken over, giving the people hope that the heir was still alive, somewhere, sending countless adventures out to look for him in hopes of taking back the throne.
Little did they know, that was true, the prince had escaped the siege of the castle with the help of a close servant, however, in the chase, the servant had lost their life and the prince was severally injured and without his memories when he awoke, having been taken in by an old couple who ran a bakery, once he had recovered and with no place to go, they adopted him and taught him how to operate the bakery. When they retired, he took over the shop and now runs it, unaware of his past, however, time is ticking, and the longer the Kingom's Core goes without the rightful heir performing the inheritance ritual, the kingdom's magic is slowly dying.
Little did they know, that was true, the prince had escaped the siege of the castle with the help of a close servant, however, in the chase, the servant had lost their life and the prince was severally injured and without his memories when he awoke, having been taken in by an old couple who ran a bakery, once he had recovered and with no place to go, they adopted him and taught him how to operate the bakery. When they retired, he took over the shop and now runs it, unaware of his past, however, time is ticking, and the longer the Kingom's Core goes without the rightful heir performing the inheritance ritual, the kingdom's magic is slowly dying.