"That's my name. It's been my name for... years."

He looked around. At Nykyrian. At the room. At the amazingly perfect life he supposedly had in the palace. But he'd never had a perfect life at the palace. He'd never even had a perfect moment in the place. It was a place of terror and hate.

And his twin would never stand in the same room with him and smile. If Nykyrian ever saw him, he'd kill him.

"This isn't right."