This short story was written for the 
It was the curse of the red sun, it happens once in every millennial and brought with it the doom of royalty,the kind of doom that singled out only the elites of the society,for once in has been said, that when the red sun appeared, all of the Kings household were killed by mysterious thunderbolts save the youngest prince.
The prophecy had foretold the expected day of the Blood red sky of this millennium to happen when anyone of the royal household begot a twin, and for over nine hundred years has no one heard of such occurrences,with the advancement of technology, all conception would always be sought out, scanned and aborted, if it were twin, these millennial was going to be like no other, it would be the beginning of the end, the end of the curse.
Young Bose had given birth to twins and her grandma couldn't hide her wake of joy, for the gods had not only blessed her with a grandchild but two,But Bose twitched in fear, for only herself knew who the father of these children was, His Royal Kindness, King Faruma,only heaven knew what would befall the kingdom.
