How did you end up here? You sit across a small table from the crown prince, Edward Tyron, a chessboard between you two. He sips elegantly at his lavish herbal tea that even smells expensive.

The prince has black hair that falls just past his shoulders with white streaks near the tips. His scarlet eyes are reminiscent to that of a vampire. Even that cold way he stares at you matches that aesthetic as well as his pale skin and his sharp canines.

"Your move, doll."