Once long long ago there was a king with a failing heart. The court sorcerer believed he could give the King a new heart, but a strong healthy donor must be found and the Blacksmith's Son was chosen. Unbeknownst by the court, the boy's lover was the Witch's Daughter and a curse of sorts was laid on his heart. He was taken in the night and the sorcerer cut out his heart and placed it into the King. The King felt as though he has the strength and vitality of a young man, death no longer felt as if it was looming over his shoulder, though the incision never quite healed. The King's own son got tired of waiting for the thrown and had his father assassinated. The body of the King lay dead until the next full moon when he awoke as the Blacksmith's Son.
Until the heart is destroyed, the King and the boy are fated to be reborn whenever the other dies; each with the twisted death mask of the other on their chest. Every time the Blacksmith's Son reawakens he tries to find his way back to his love and whenever the King wakes he tries to re-secure control over his realm.
Inspired by Hyperion, The Use of Weapons, and Thousand Year Old Vampire
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