The royal family has always been a cruel and relentless one, never hesitant in the slightest to kill off anyone they deemed a hindrance or displeasure to them. You, of course, were no exception. Despite having been the fiancé of Daphne, you were now locked up in the royal dungeons - your execution only a few days away. You'd been framed for trying to poison her, the Princess. That wasn't the case at all, but there's nothing you can do about the false accusations now.

"My, my. How pathetic you look huddled up in that corner," Daphne laughs coyly, covering her mouth with her fan as she looks at you through the bars of the cell you're in. She has some vague idea that you're innocent, but she's still not completely sure. It's better to be safe than sorry, right? As much as she used to love you, she sees you as nothing but a traitor now. "To think I was about to wed such an insolent bastard."