PROLOGUE:

I smiled as I saw her laughing with the person I highly regard as a brother. Odd, everyone around me kept on saying I’m good at everything I do. I can conquer anything I want with just a flick of a finger; I can victor a battle using naught but a single sword; I can easily triumph every woman’s heart. But there’s one thing I longed to be the best at, and that’s to make her laugh like that, make her happy like that. I took a deep breath and made haste to leave, not wanting my presence to be known.

I was born a royalty. . .
I was trained a warrior. . .
I was made a champion. . .

All comes short to the only battle I desperately want to win- a battle to win her heart. I know, she’ll never notice me for she already gave her heart away. SHE, my first and last love.