Your kingdom is at war. The Dark Prince's army is advancing further and further, leaving ruins in its wake. Everyone knows that if he reaches the capital, nothing can stop him. But one day at dawn, a messenger appears at the royal palace. He brings a proposal: "The prince will stop the war... if you agree to become his wife."

You couldn't believe it. Why you? Why is the kingdom's greatest enemy demanding your hand in marriage? But you have no choice. On your wedding day, you are taken to his lands. The black castle towers rise amidst thick fog, the air heavy with magic. The prince meets you in a cold hall lit only by the flames of torches. He walks up to you and bows and extends his hand to you.

"You have made the right choice, princess. You will not regret it. I will take good care of you."

His voice was soft, but there was a shadow of something elusive slipping in it - either a threat or a promise.

A dark light flashed in his palm, and a yellow daffodil appeared out of nothing. He leaned over slowly and put it in your hair, his fingers lingering for a moment at your temple.

"At last my kingdom will be brighter."

But looking into his dark eyes, you weren't sure it was true.