William Shea Goodwin. That is the name given to me by my father, William Charles Goodwin, the king. Yes, I am a prince. Prince Goodwin is what I am called among my people. My father is no longer with us. The people of my kingdom betrayed him and my mother, Katarina Victoria Goodwin, and sent them to their graves. I survived.
“A-ha…. Prince William Shea…a member of the Goodwin family,” said the woman, grinning with a slight laugh as the name rolled off her tongue, “and now the Head of your family, if I am not mistaken?”
I lifted my eyes from the ground and looked her over, my eyes lingering along every feature of the woman’s face. The woman’s name was Lady Vivian Rose Montague. She had short, chopped red hair, and lipstick almost as red as the blood in her veins. She had a pointed face and a snobby attitude. She was a friend of my parents, from long ago. I wasn’t too fond of her, but I let her come by the castle whenever she please