Hiraia watched her family die at seven.
Cloaked, faceless figures invaded their humble home at Sun Meadow, decapitated her mother and brother, and burned the house when they left. For many nights she would wake up drenched in sweat and tears, in anger and self-loathing. Then she would leave her room to break fast with a promise to her parents and Kahel.
I woke up Saturday morning with an idea to begin Hara. I had different versions of the first chapter, but I think this one is better. Grim, but better.😂 Thanks for reading! :)
Hiraia and Unnamed MC. (Not really unnamed. His name was Kai, but since there was a revision in the story and worldbuilding, it doesn’t fit him anymore.) This scene takes place inside Timawaan (a military academy of some kind.) They are both Hinirang (chosen), but Kai doesn’t know it. (Mahal, in this context, means Love. A lot of people use it as a term of endearment here. I’m just trying it out for now. Haha)
I’ve had this stuck in the drafts long enough. Thanks for reading! <3 (Transcript below.)
“Do you hate being crowned King of the South?”
“I’m no king yet, mahal. I am a lowly soldier and a student still.”
“Modesty doesn’t look good on you.” Hiraia raised an eyebrow, slightly annoyed. “Answer me.”
“No.” His voice was firm. Resolved. [—] was groomed to become king of his country and didn’t waver. Hiraia loved that about him, but she couldn’t help but wonder if he could understand what it meant for her. “It’s an honor to be chosen.”
“I see.” She didn’t know what else to say.
“Is something wrong, Hiraia?”
“Several things are wrong, mahal. I fear it might spoil our night if we dive into it.” She turned to him and smiled. “Come on, aren’t we about to cause some trouble?”
