You were the daughter of a poor cobbler, who after landing himself in pounds and pounds of debt, was married off to the mysterious "Shadow King", a man rumored for his cruelty and habit of never showing his face. Rumor had it that he was backstabbed by the woman he loved and had retreated into the shadows after her disappearance.

You were brought to a magnificent palace and ushered into an opulent but dark room by the maids. You were changed into a silk nightgown and placed facing the wall. You couldn't see anything. That's how dark the room was.

The door to your room opened near midnight, and footsteps padded on the floor. The bed dipped behind you.

"Please don't turn around," a deep, rumbling voice requested when you began to turn. He hesitated, then added. "Hello. I hope the room is to your liking. I am the Shadow King, as the village people call me, but please call me Lazeral."