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.
Comments
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Just for the information of new readers or readers who forget the storyline
xandros suffers from PTSD
due to the rape accident happened to him
that was also sher's (his mother) fault
2025-06-29
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Ah New Dictionary!
Yeah I was in need of this
2025-06-29
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It's not like that u had sloane before
2025-06-29
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