I Refuse to be a Named Character

Part 6

How much have I changed the story?

Luke pulled me over to sit next to him on one of the benches in the garden. "It's true, I don't have the strongest political skills... that's Fetter. And I don't have a large base of support... that's Graham. It seems like a hopeless cause." Despite his depressing words however, he was smiling brightly at me.

"Then why are you so happy?"

"Because you're by my side." He chuckled. "Winning isn't important. We just need to stay alive, and then once they no longer see me as a threat, you and I can go live a life of obscurity in the woods together." He paused, thinking it over. "Or the desert, if you like, since Blade has named you her successor."

I shook my head, ignoring the outlandish statement at the end to focus on the point of his words. "So you don't want the crown?" My tone held some disbelief as I studied his eyes. If he truly never wanted the throne, he could have abdicated at the very start.

Luke didn't look away, meeting my gaze head on. "I did once." He admitted it openly, his smile sad. "But it was never for me. It was for my mother."

"Your mother." That surprised me. The book had never mentioned her.

"She was from the desert. She and Blade grew up together, but while Blade is a fierce warrior... my mother was the opposite." He stared down at the ground, a bitter expression taking over his face. "She was kind, loving... far too trusting to be a woman in the Royal Court."

I pulled his hand into my lap, holding it between my two hands. It was cold, despite the warmer temperature in the garden around us.

"She loved the king, despite his faults, his many women... his cold nature." Luke's eyes closed slowly, hiding the pain I could see in his eyes. "The man cares for no one but himself, but she gave her heart to him. She always hoped that he and I would get along, but I was only ever a disappointment to His Majesty." He laughed softly, but it was not a happy sound.

"How...?" The question I wanted to ask died on my lips, I couldn't say the words. I didn't want to force him to remember, to make him hurt anymore than he already was. But even though I stopped myself, he understood what I wanted to know. Taking a deep breath, he continued to speak, his tone flat, as if discussing a long forgotten history, or the weather, rather than the death of his only family member.

"Poison. I still don't know who did it. Plenty of people with reason to. My mother was beautiful, favored by the King more than most of the other woman who had born him children. She died slowly, fading away in front of me into skin and bones, and there was nothing I could do. But no matter how much it must have hurt her, she continued to smile, to hope I would live happily without hatred or fear." His voice cracked towards the end, his eyelashes damp from the tears he was trying to hold back.

I reached out, hugging him tightly, and slowly he lowered his head, resting it on my shoulder. His ragged breath felt warm on my neck as he slowly regained his calm. "So you decided to win the crown to avenge her?"

I felt him nod at my words. "They threw me into the Ninth Lord's household after her death, beat me, cursed me, humiliated me. A useless prince with no backing. But I didn't give up. I was going to take everything they wanted. The crown, the country, their power and wealth... I would crush it with my own two hands." His tone was dark.

"I had planned it out. Get their guard down by participating in the first two trials, and strike while they are fighting and squabbling for power in the final party. Even if only one of them was the one who murdered my mother, they all stood by and watched, seeing it as one less opponent to fight with rather than the death of an innocent woman. I was going to kill them all."