As the princess of Astaroth and heiress to the throne, you found yourself gazing out at the far wall of your lavish bedroom, unable to shake the feeling of unending sorrow, and your eyes stinging with unshed tears. You were required to marry, as you would become the Queen. You would need a King. The mere thought of having to marry a man you scarcely knew at all irked you to no end.

You could barely breathe, the corset you wore seemed to push against your stomach, suffocating you. You tugged at the strings, loosening them slightly in order to grant you the relief you so needed.

You could do no more than to sit and wait until your father had chosen a nobleman for you.

. . . That is, until the large, stained glass window burst open with a thundering bang, allowing a gust of howling wind to slam against your body.

You quickly looked up, terror etched upon your face once you saw the gleaming crimson eyes of the 'monster' that had broken into your chambers.