Heir of Grief
Prologue
"They say time heals all wounds — but what about blood that never stops bleeding?"
A kingdom is not broken in one day — it crumbles quietly, breath by breath, in the silence of unspoken sins.
Some called it fate. Others called it family.
And for the children born of both… it was simply a curse.
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In the shadows of power, grief sleeps with its eyes open.
> Melanomia whispers, voice trembling like ash in the wind:
Mia
I ... I murdered her... I'm the reason of her death!
Yet no one stopped her.
Not even Loralei, who once smiled through the glass of sacrifice and said:
Loralei
I only want her to get what she desires. If it means I can sacrifice myself… then not a big deal.
They were goddesses of ruin, born in velvet and grief.
But grief doesn’t end with the dead — it breeds.
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Arzeal once confessed, hands bloodied in honor:
“Karma is haunting me. But I only did what made sense to me… what was right in my thoughts.”
“I just… did.”
What sense?
What right?
Every heir of legacy carried their own sin.
Every son… born from a broken vow.
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> Rocco, the storm in streetwear, once declared with a grin too deep for a boy his age:
Rocco
I never fall for anyone. But if I did… the world will see street material’s love with envy.
And they did.
Even Roy, that cruel sculptor of affections, once whispered in the dark:
Roy
Love… hah! A twisted curse… Deni, why is this delusion too gorgeous?
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Their women were built of iron, not affection.
Rowan and Lyra, sharp as razors:
lyra
Our parents want successful daughters
Denizen, born in a world of filth and formality, smirked:
Denizen
Gentleman? Yes... I am
But even he knew:
Gentlemen break hearts without noise.
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Isleen, with fire in her lungs, once stood between the world and damnation:
Isleen Allister
Roy… he helped me at my worst. I’ll stand beside him even if the sky is falling… even if he turns into a psychopath.
Isleen Allister
Because Isleen Regal never breaks her commitments.
And on the other side of the throne, sat Pyrrhox, a product of privilege and poison:
Pyrrhox Allister
No principles… Women are made for men. Then why arrogance?
This isn’t a tale of heroes.
This is a legacy of wronged children — of choices no one forgave, of pain dressed in heirlooms.
And this time, grief doesn’t knock.
It reigns.
Ep 1 — Dynasty of Despair
“People think grief is just sadness. But it’s a kingdom — with rage as its king, silence as its queen, and memories as its cursed children.”
Xandros sat at his study table, the pen loosely hanging from his fingers. A blank page stared back at him, waiting, demanding, screaming – but he heard nothing except the throbbing of his own blood in his ears.
His shoulders trembled faintly.
> Sixteen. Still breathing. Still trapped.
The soft ticking of the clock on his wall felt like a taunt.
Tick – reminding him he was alive.
Tick – reminding him it was useless.
Suddenly, with a sigh too small to be called despair, he tossed the pen aside and stood up.
He walked out of his room, leaving the scattered books and untouched assignments behind.
One year had passed.
Twelve months since – Sher – brought him here.
Since words between them shriveled into nothingness.
In the kitchen, Butler Chan was washing vegetables. The air smelled faintly of mint and lemon. Clean, fresh – unlike him.
Xandros sat down on the dining table, pulling his knees up to his chest like a small child. His oversized hoodie hid his trembling wrists.
His voice was thin, breaking slightly at the end.
Butler Chan turned immediately, wiping his hands on his apron with a gentle smile.
Xandros stared at the floor tiles for a long moment, blinking as his vision blurred for no reason.
Xandros (Mc)
When’ll she be back this time?
His voice was flat. Careful. Detached, but the question tasted like salt in his throat.
Butler Chan sighed, placing the cucumber down softly.
Butler chen
I’ve no idea. Why don’t you call Sloane or Jax to ask?
Xandros pressed his lips together. His eyes flickered to his phone lying on the table – cracked screen, dead battery.
He didn’t answer. Just hugged his knees tighter.
Because what would he even say to them?
That his chest ached from words unsaid?
That his skin still burned where those filthy hands touched?
That he wanted her – Sher, his mother – to look at him not with duty, but with the love he no longer remembered?
He just stayed silent, his mind screaming under the quiet hum of the kitchen lights.
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XANDROS
Last name: nobody remembers, nobody wants to say
Friends: None. The word feels fictional to him, like magic or miracles.
Education: Private tutors come and go. They teach him formulas, but no one teaches him how to breathe without hurting
Security: 24/7. Guards, cameras, coded gates. A gilded cage with invisible bars.
Mother: Sher. The underworld calls her Shero. Xandros calls her nothing. They haven’t spoken in a year
🖤 Inner Self
He overthinks everything.
Why Sher never hugs him.
Why the guards flinch when he flinches.
Why his body feels borrowed, not owned.
Sher’s life revolves around him.
Her every decision shadows his existence.
But there’s someone else…
Someone whose life orbits him silently, dangerously.
he stay restrained – for now.
Ep 2 — Dynasty of Despair
“Mercy is rarely a virtue. Often, it is just exhaustion disguised.”
Butler Chan placed the dinner tray softly in front of Xandros. The quiet clink of ceramic against wood echoed in the dining hall.
Across the room stood Jax and Sloane, shifting uncomfortably, holding an unconscious girl wrapped in torn cloth and bruises blooming like sick flowers across her skin.
Butler Chan’s voice was cold and final.
Sloane sighed under his breath, leaning toward Jax.
Sloane
Told you he wouldn’t let us.
Jax elbowed her hard, eyes narrowing.
Jax
She’s the only one who survived the blasted dungeon. If she stays alive, she can give us information.
He glanced at Butler Chan desperately.
Butler chen
Take her anywhere. It’s Lady’s order. No unknown person is allowed here.
Xandros’s hand clenched around his fork so tightly his knuckles whitened.
Jax
It’s beneficial to Sher!
Sloane
Grandpa, she won’t harm him.
Jax
If she does, I’ll kill her before anyone else.
Their voices rose in the hall like bickering crows until Xandros pushed back his chair with a sudden screech against marble.
He stood, dizzy from the sharp movement, but his voice was calm.
Xandros (Mc)
Shift her in the room next to mine.
Both Sloane and Jax turned to him, eyes wide with stunned relief.
Xandros didn’t look at him. His gaze was fixed on the broken girl hanging limply in Jax’s arms.
Xandros (Mc)
I’m your Lady’s son. I’m the master here. And you must listen to me in her absence
He pressed his fingers to his temple, wincing as pain throbbed behind his eyes.
Xandros (Mc)
Enough. My head is spinning
His eyes softened for a moment as he stared at her bruised face, unreadable thoughts flickering.
Xandros (Mc)
& call for a doctor
It was the first time he spoke for someone else, but would he know what disaster he’d ordered to save?
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