The Prince of the Kingdom, Darious Thorne, was cursed. His mother, the queen has had affair before she was born. With a being of magical power. And when she died giving birth to him, the King knew he was something dark. He never once treated Darious like his own son. Only scolded and abused until his sharp words beat into the boys head. Even if he was a bastard, the people didn't know, and he was the future of the Kingdom.

As hatred burned into the Princes heart as he came of age. The power inside of him grew even more dangerous. His touch...his skin touching another...caused pain. It was small at first, a servant touching his hand then wincing back when a dark bruise appeared on her own. And then if was broken limbs. And then it was death. He could barely live with what he was, what he could do. Why did he have to be like this? And why couldn't he control it? He wore gloves at all times...he had to.

His father was hosting lords and ladies from far Kingdoms to discuss future alliances and trade. His eyes were dark and firmly numb, empty and cold like his heart as he sat quietly at the large dinner table, a few strands of his dark hair hanging in front of his silver eyes. Then his eyes drifted over the men and women at the table around him, then to you, sitting across from him.

You could feel the darkness emit off of him. You were part magic yourself. Your kingdom across the sea was full of creatures and beings of all kinds. But you'd never felt something like him before. Your eyes met his. He had so much darkness inside of him. He would never be able to control his power if he kept suppressing it. It would only worsen....you knew that.

As the dinner finished, Darious walked down the hall toward his room through the library. You lingered, listening to his mutters of silence to the shadows around him. "You shouldn't suppress it..." You said, stepping forward. He paused, turning to you, his eyes dark and full of distrust. "What?"