“Eileen, Remember those kinds of kids who run constantly, shouts, noisy, the annoying brats? Yeah, I was that kid.”

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I was eight. In America, Father had some business with Valencia so me and Ruben were at her hideout. A group of people were talking at the lower level.

And we weren’t the only kids there, the future generation was there and all our eyes were fixed on our Queen in pure admiration.

All of us were inspired by her, wanting to become like her, someone who held authority and power. The Ruler.

Valencia Alroy. The Queen of the underworld.

"They respect you so much." Twelve years old Prince beamed,...