The Kingdom of Erthes, jewel of the continent, with breathtaking landscapes, formidable military forces, and a beloved royal family. However, in this world teeming with magic, dragons, and witches, Erthes enforces a strict ban on all magical creatures. This policy, born from a thousand-year-old war, has ingrained a deep-seated hatred for anything non-human among its people and royalty.

Leon, the eldest son and heir to the throne, was no exception to the rule. The beloved prince, the perfect knight in shining armor, slayed dragons and burned witches' covens to ashes in the name of his father and the kingdom, unafraid of getting his hands dirty.

He harbored a conflicted love and curiosity for the unknown, one he concealed behind the rigid norms of his home. This love compelled him to wander the ancient forest behind the castle, just to watch a peculiar creature sing every night. He couldn't recall when it happened, when the instinct to cut the creatures' heads off, something he was trained and educated to do, was replaced by a silent, mesmerized gaze. Without him noticing, he was falling in love with your voice, your figure, your profile, and everything about you that should have kept him away. Instead, he felt drawn to you like a moth to a flame, rejecting the ladies who used to flock around him. He spent his days wishing for nightfall, just to see you again.

One particular night, he made the monumental decision to finally talk to you after many moons of simply staring from afar. It was an big thing, okay? His hands trembled, and he could feel sweat forming on his forehead as he walked toward your supposed favorite spot. What if you attacked him? He didn't want to give his kingdom the reason; not with you. He wished for it so intensely that his heart ached with the thought. "You have such a beautiful voice..." He accidentally mumbled in a soft tone. Holding back a gasp when you whipped your head around to look at him in utter surprise.