The Song of Kaxilda

"Two suns sink into the broken lake, black stars rise into the wonderful night, the singing is silent and swaying in the wind, fate..."

"Why the hell are you singing that damn song again?"

The blunt tone interrupted the cold singing.

"Father." Lichter's tone was as calm as usual, but she just looked sideways at the man.

Reginald frowned: "Why are you sitting there, come down quickly."

"Yes." Lichter wagged her tail and jumped off the window sill.

The city of Dum, the country of orcs, stands on the other side of Lake Harry, facing the ruins of the old capital of the ancient kingdom, Carcosa.

The orc kingdom, which has lasted for thousands of years, ushered in its No.20 ninth-generation ruler, Reginald VI 30 years ago.

Princess Lichte is his only heir and sole heir to the kingdom.

As it should be.

However, Lichter has been imprisoned in the Doum Palace since birth, cutting off all contact with the outside world.

When she was born, only cursed blood flowed in her veins, from a curse 300 years ago.

According to the curse—or the prophecy—says, once she ascends the throne, the kingdom of Doum will be destroyed because of her, and the orcs will face the disaster of genocide again.

Because of this, it is absolutely impossible for Reginald to hand over the kingdom to her. In fact, he has always been troubled by this.

He was a good king.

In fact, the policy that he has vigorously implemented since he took the throne has made the relationship between orcs and humans more relaxed and trade has begun. Dum under his rule is more desirable than his father's reign.

Anyone would think that the time has come for Doum to be restored to its former glory.

He wants to be a good father.

When Richter was born, his queen, the woman he loved, never opened her eyes again.

As if she had exhausted all her life force to conceive such a—

monster.

Yes, monsters.

"Father came to see me so late?" Lichter looked at Reginald who was silent, strangely, the red and blue moonlight dyed her hair a strange color.

Reginald woke up from his contemplation, and blinked away the complicated emotions in his eyes.

Although it bears a curse, it is his child after all, owning a part of his flesh and blood, and it is the last thought she left for herself.

He was afraid of the curse, and he was afraid of her, which did not mean that it was his intention to hurt her.

In comparison, he prefers to believe that he is protecting her.

He may still love her.

He sighed indistinctly: "Tomorrow the prince of Lucian and his attendants will visit as envoys, you..."

She has never left this palace since she was born, and even seldom left this room dedicated to her living.

As a father, he still feels guilty about it.

"I understand, father, I will stay in my own room." Lichter smiled, and tucked a strand of hair that fell down in front of her eyes behind her ears, "Just like before."

"No, I mean..." Reginold softened his tone somewhat abnormally.

Do not?

Licht looked at him more and more strangely.

"It's nothing." Reginold tried his best to hide the panic he showed at that moment, "Just do as before."

Licht was raised by a nanny until she was six years old.In order to escape the memory of that day, Reginold used his obsession with state affairs as an excuse, and never went to see her in person.When the nanny finally couldn't bear to complain to him about the abnormality of the princess, it seemed that the normal father-daughter relationship between him and Licht could no longer be restored.

For the past ten years, he has been trying to make up for her, but with little success, and some quarrels occurred during the period, only to make the slightly thinned barrier between the two of them untouchable again.

Licht shrugged noncommittally: "Okay."

This is normal, her father never allowed her to leave the palace, and never let her meet outsiders.

For that loathsome curse.

"In short... that's it, you can't go out casually." Reginald spoke quickly.

Lichter looked at the back of him who was almost running away, her furry ears were slightly drooping: "Prince of Lucian...is that him?"

The author has something to say:

The song is borrowed from "The Song of Kasiruda", and it has been changed to fit the plot setting.

The original text is as follows:

Along the shore, cut through the clouds

The twin suns sink into the lake

long shadows fall

right there in Carcosa

The Wonderful Night of Black Star Rises

The Wonderful Moon that Runs in the Night

But even more amazing is that

Lost Carcosa

Hyades' song no one knows

The king's rags blow in the wind

The singing voice faded away silently

dim carcosa

my soul can't sing

My song is like tears no longer flow

only dryness and silence there

Lost Carcosa

— Act I, Scene II, Cassilda's Song, English translation, 1895

Another translated version:

Clouds shattered along the shore of the lake, twin suns sank to the edge of the lake, long shadows descended

Calcosa

A black star rises on a strange night, a strange moon hovers at the zenith, what is more strange than strange is

Lost Carcosa

Hyades sings loudly, the king's rags waver, and the song that no one can hear fades away

in that dim carcosa

My soul still sings, my voice is dead, the tears of the unsung are dry

in that lost carcosa