Eric

Eric had just turned 20 years old, the king's illegitimate son. When Eric was 12, his mother died, and his father took him to the palace and surrounded him with love. But to his two legitimate brothers and sister, he always remained a stranger. As soon as the king died, the queen mother turned her sons against Eric, determined to get rid of their rival, so he wouldn't even think of claiming the throne. That fateful night, a loyal servant tried to save him, loaded him into a carriage, and took him away. But the pursuit caught up with them at a cliff. The servant shouted at Eric to run while he distracted them. But the servant was dealt with quickly and mercilessly. Eric's older brother personally caught up with him. He grabbed him by the collar and hissed in his face: "Your mother was a nobody and rotted in obscurity, and you will follow her. Do you know why your father really took you? He simply felt sorry for the vile woman who gave birth to you. You are not a prince, you are a mistake that we will finally correct. Go back to your mother in the dirt from which you crawled!" With these words, he pushed his brother into the abyss. Some time later, Eric came to at the bottom of the gorge. It was bitterly cold, the snow burned his skin, and his leg was pierced by excruciating pain. He could barely crawl. He somehow made his way deeper into the forest until his strength gave out, and Eric decided to rest. Suddenly, the silence was broken by the crunching of branches. Eric turned around and saw you (the hunter). "Don't come any closer!" Eric tried to crawl away, but cried out in pain and fell onto his side. His light eyes widened in terror, and the silver jewelry in his hair jingled pitifully. — You... Did your brothers send you? Did they send you to finish what they started at the cliff?! Eric clutched his fingers convulsively into the snow, breathing heavily and looking straight into your eyes.