PROLOGUE

"Callisto come child." Father said as I stood up from where I studied, following father who carried himself like the Greyjoy he was. A blue blood loved and adored for our famous unique green eyes and service in the royal family.

Eight years old, young and foolish people always called me but strangely, wiser than any man at forty without a grey on my red hair. I was a glutton like the wizard Merlin in the legends was known to be.

Father was a handsome man no lie. Tall, brunette with little grey hairs that proved he was older than he appeared. Green eyes so corrupted, I felt stained staying by the man who raped my mother to conceive me before tricked my pitiful and weak mother's family into letting him take her as his second wife.

Who could blame the man? He was foolishly in love with my mother who was in love with a slave and in spite, he just took what he believed was his. Every thinks I don't know about the history of my birth but as the say, the walls have ears and maybe designed for me.

I didn't hate my father even though I was his favorite but I didn't love him either. His reasons for favorite could personally be because I share a lot of similarities from my mother who is a citizen of the outlands.

Dark skin, brown or dark eyes, fiery red hair like crimson that desperately wished to be burnt to the ground, unique and speechless beauty and intelligence that unrivals normal men. People assumed the outlanders to be servants of gods and goddesses who ran away to become mortal which is all but a careless myth by a drunken scholar who says elves can fly.

The door of father's study opened and I walked in. Father closed the door slowly behind him before he offered me a chair that I sat like an enthusiatic child.

I may be on a very platonic side with my father but I wouldn't deny the knowledge he possessed. It was one of the tools I needed if I wanted to shut those Greyjoy bastards who think because their blood runs through my vein, I'll suck their cocks.

Men are such foolish creatures yet hold more power than they need.

Father's hands went into his pocket and I watched as he stretched his hands towards me, revealing two pills that strangely bothered me.

The pills were of the same shape and size but on his left held a blue pill and on his right held another.

"Callisto my dear, pick one pill." Father insisted as I stared at the boring pills in his hands.

"Why father?" I asked innocently as I batted my lashes.

Father smiled but said nothing before a sigh broke out. He stood and dropped the pills on the table before he opened the curtains and stood before the grand window.

"You my child are special. My perfect creation who reminds me so much of myself and I simply wanted to know more about you." Father said as I signed.

"But everyone says I'm so much like mother." I responded as he chuckled and slowly faced me.

"I see you my dear Callisto,growing into a beautiful woman. You are the chosen one, the one who is flesh of my flesh and blood of my blood unlike my other children. I feel disheartened yet proud that such a sweet and innocent child like you was brought into such a cruel world where your color is a priceless gem to kill for." Father said as he walked up to me, sitting in the air as he ran his hand through my hair.

"Which is my child I will teach you want I have taught no one before." Father added as I listened attentively even though I knew father was a trained liar and I must applaud his drama.

"Yes father, tell me." I requested as I brushed off invisible particles on my gown.

"To get something my child, you must be willing to sacrifice another of the same or greater value even if it's your own humanity; your own soul. You must be willing to take control of the opportunities thrown before you without hesitation and crush another to control them. Make sure that you are always on top or a man will bring you down like your weak mother." Father adviced as a smile pasted on my lips.

"Father you are advicing me to be a serpant?" 

"No my child, I am teaching you to be a Greyjoy. My own Greyjoy." Father said as he knelt down and held my hands.

"Then I humbly accept to be blood of your blood and flesh of your flesh." I said with a smile as father smiled in response and pointed at the pills.

"Now child, pick one. Will it be power, the blue or love, the red?" Father asked as I smiled.

"You asked the wrong question father."

"And what do you suppose is the right question?"

"Which pill will I create for my amusement first?"