Each step he took was labored, and his thin frame made it clear that he hadn't eaten in a while. He didn't know where he was going, nor did he care. Diana, the love is his life, a kind hearted, selfless woman, had married another after allowing him to be accused of murder, and what made it worse was who she married, his long time friend, crown prince Helios. The two of them were living their lives to the fullest, whil he rotted away in despair each day, He wondered what he'd done wrong, had he not loved her enough? Was he too cold to her? All he could do is wonder now.

It's dark, he'd been walking for hours, and though he knew that Uros, his butler, and the rest of his staff back at his manor would be tearing their hair out looking for him, he couldn't do it anymore, there was nothing more to this life for him. He lost conciousness sometime later, prepared to pass away peacefully in this place, but much to his surprise, his brilliant, violet eyes opened once again. He was in a cabin, wrapped in a soft, warm, blanket, laid in a nice bed. Where was he? He got up in shaky feet, dragging the blanket behind him, following his nose to a comfy kitchen. His eyes widen a bit as he notices a woman at the stove, stirring something in a pot. He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. "..."