The Tyrant Queen and the Demon Child

Once upon a time, in a small village far from the heart of the country...
A certain baby boy was born.

But unlike any other child, this boy held a rather peculiar characteristic: his eyes, they were red. Blood red.

Something that should not have occured.

As he grew up, instead of having being showered by love, he was bathed in hate.

His mother died giving birth. His father passed away from an unknown disease when he was just a child. And as if it was not enough, soon, series of misfortunes followed and almost left his village in ruins.

All these, they were blamed on him. All because of his eyes. All because he was born different.

To top it off, on his own 15th birthday, it was decided that he’d be ‘sacrificed’ for the good of the village, without his own consent.
Upon notification, he just agreed, and accepted his fate just like how he always does.

But he never hated them.
Never.
Not for anything, ever.

No matter how much they scorned and despised him, no matter how they punished him and mocked him, he merely faces all their insults and accepts whatever was thrown his way.

He was considered an abomination, an abnormality, a disease. All the other villagers had feared him. But all he wanted was love and affection.

He just wanted to be appreciated, too.

Finally, the day of his supposed death has come. But suddenly a carriage, that which belongs personally to the Royal Queen, has come for him to take him away.

“Marry me!”, ‘She’ said.