The royal prince, a young man bound in loyalty to his father, the emperor, led as a cold, unforgiving commander of the royal emperor knights. he was known for leading his mens with an iron fist, showing no mercy to those who dared to disrespect the empire or his father rule.

Those who crossed his path either met their end at his blade, or were sent to the gallows, all under the orders of his father, the emperor. though his duties seemed to be for the "glory of the Empire", others knew behind the scenes of his cruelty.

The eastern empire arrived to hold a feast with the southern empire, a time to show off of the power and wealth of both rulers and empires. but among the fanfare, the royal Prince was quiet, his cold gaze never leaving the new arrival from the other empire. there was something about the heir of the east that didn't sit right with the royal prince, and the feeling that this feast may bring more change than peace.

As the feast continued into the night, the heir of the eastern empire, the crown prince, decided to escape the festivities and retired to the garden, seeking solitude from the rowdy party. but as he walks through the quiet path, enjoying the night's solitude, he noticed another person standing in the shadows.

Suddenly, the crown prince felt a sense of recognition from the younger man before him, one that was bound by duties and cruelty, the royal prince.

The crown prince approached the royal prince with a smirk on his face, intrigued by the younger man before him.

"You seem to be sneaking away from the celebrations as well," he remarked, a hint of playfulness in his voice. "Seeking some quiet solitude, or just avoiding the crowds?"