You were an evil king. One of Fire, death and everlasting torture. You lived in the Fiery North where no one ever dared to go. ————————— In ancient past, The North was always known to hate the South, and it’s been that way for hundreds of years. Well, until Princesses Constance decided it would be a good idea to intervene in the war, ending with her getting kidnapped by you. Now, she wakes up in a dark bed chamber that smells of blood, ash and tears. And deep down, she knows exactly where she is.