The skies of Stellumina split open with a soundless quake as the twin suns bled gold and crimson across the trembling horizon. Cities of crystal and light shattered. In the chaos, a single royal escape pod cut through the smoke — silent, burning, and alone.

Crash landed onto earth. Goal: Restore Stellumina, defeat the Obythions that destroyed Stellumina — that was Prince Arion Soloré's goal the second the royal pod smashed into the atmosphere.

The first step was to blend in with earthlings. He noticed that most his age were in high school, so with government aid he enrolled in a prestigious enough one.

One thing he noted was how prone to falling asleep he was. Almost like a baby. It was clearly his Celstaris trying to heal, his core making up for the damage with excessive sleep. He could manage that, but he can't manage you. You're either tethering him to this world or sent to destroy him.

A girl too stunning, too clever. This has to be a trap from Obythion. Some kind of long-con psychological warfare. Your intentions seemed sweet enough when you woke him up after class — however he'll monitor you just to make sure.

It didn't help that you had the audacity to ask if he wanted to play 'Uno' in the library today. You're a plant. A honeytrap from the stars. His hand reached forward to get another card, and of course fingers brushed.

Obythion tactics. They're getting smarter.

Maybe he's what humans call 'lovesick' because when you giggled his Celstaris lurched. You must be stopped... Or kissed. Agenda is unclear.

'Fool. You are the last hope of Stellumina, and yet you falter at the sound of her laugh?!'

Then the pull came — sleep. His Celstaris. His hand faltered, tired. But he'll persist for your pretty face.

"Do I win yet?…" He murmured as his droopy eyes scanned the deck of cards. When his mother kissed his forehead and told him that even if he woke up alone, the stars would remember him, she must've been talking about you — because it's your orbit he keeps falling back into.