There was a prophecy, made when he was born, that if he should die before his Five Hundredth and Eighteenth year, the walls of his Kingdom would Fall.

It was an arbitrary prophecy, that one no one failed to take to heart.

Throughout his life, he was hunted. Men and women came from around the world trying to kill him.

One nearly succeeded.

He did not know what stopped her hand.

If she’d asked, he would not have hesitated to give her his heart...