“Step back immediately!” the young boy shouted with a trembling voice as the enormous black horse reared up in front of him: “Don’t hurt him… he’s terrified!” The entire royal court froze… 😱 😱
Panic broke out instantly.
The nobles stepped back screaming, servants dropped golden trays, and even the guards hesitated to approach the beast.
The entire kingdom knew this horse.
Impossible to control.
It had already thrown the palace’s best riders to the ground. For a long time, no one had dared approach it when it lost its temper.
But in the middle of the chaos, a young stable boy kept walking forward.
He looked so fragile… a worn tunic, battered boots, a face covered in dust. Yet in his eyes, there was no fear.
Only compassion.
The horse let out a powerful cry that echoed through the entire courtyard.
Then the boy slowly raised his hand.
His trembling palm rested on the animal’s neck.
And suddenly…
Silence.
The horse immediately stopped moving.
Its breathing slowed. Its muscles relaxed. Then, against all expectations, the massive creature slowly lowered its head onto the boy’s shoulder.
The entire court remained frozen.
No one had ever seen this before.
Even Commander Marcus Vaelor, the kingdom’s greatest warrior, seemed unable to believe it.
Then his gaze fell on the boy’s wrist.
A strange black mark in the shape of an ancient dragon, a forgotten symbol of the royal bloodline, was discreetly visible beneath his sleeve.
The commander’s breath caught.
The boy noticed his stare and quickly tried to hide the mark… but it was already too late.
The commander’s hand slowly moved toward his sword. The guards immediately tensed, convinced a bloodbath was about to begin.
But what happened next was even more incredible.
Marcus Vaelor… the most feared warrior in the kingdom… slowly lowered himself to one knee before the young boy.
A wave of shock swept through the court.
The nobles stood frozen.
The guards lowered their weapons. And everything the commander said shocked everyone… His words echoed throughout the courtyard. The guards stepped back, stunned. The boy’s face turned pale, because at that very moment… his entire life had just changed.
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And Vaelor respectfully bowed his head.
“My prince…” he whispered.
At that precise moment, Luca’s world collapsed.
The words echoed throughout the court. The guards stepped back in shock. The former queen’s horse was protecting Luca with unsettling aggression.
Vaelor immediately understood.
That mount had only ever obeyed two people: the queen… and her missing son.
The same silver eyes.
The same dragon mark on the wrist.
The lost prince was alive.
Suddenly, King Marcellus appeared. His cold face and empty eyes froze the assembly.
“Explain,” he ordered.
Vaelor replied calmly:
“The boy bears the royal mark.”
The king approached Luca with a strange smile.
The horse growled immediately, as if warning him. For a moment, true fear crossed the ruler’s eyes.
Then he declared:
“Take him to the palace.”
Luca felt immense danger surrounding him.
In the castle corridors, he dared to ask:
“Do you really think I am the lost prince?”
Vaelor looked at him for a long moment before answering:
“Yes.”
But the truth was even worse.
Luca was not only the heir to the kingdom.
He was the last heir of the Dragon Kings, a lineage capable of awakening the dragons sealed beneath the palace for centuries.
The king wanted to use that power to unleash the creatures and rule through fear.
When the dragons began to awaken, Luca also discovered that Vaelor was hiding a secret connected to his mother’s death.
In the end, Luca chose to destroy the dragon seal to save the kingdom, but disappeared in the flames with them.
The people believed he was dead.
Yet years later, a gigantic black dragon was seen at the top of the mountains… with silver eyes.
