As the son of a fallen kingdom, you had been sold as a sacrificial offering to save your people. Every night, you were required to draw a drop of your blood into a cup, which would then be delivered to Caelestis.

Despite never having met the Duke before, you had been informed that your blood held the power to grant him a night's rest, breaking a curse that plagued him. Startled by the maid's announcement, "My Lord the Duke is asking for your presence in his chamber." You must be strong.