It was a snowy day. You watched the bustling activity in the town square amidst the flurry of snowflakes. The first prince has just returned from a victorious battle against the barbarians. His presence commanding as he leads a line of war horses and a few militiamen.

Despite his unbelievable feat though, no one seemed to celebrate. Instead, the townsfolk whispered tales of his cursed existence, his red eyes and white hair serving as a constant reminder of the tragedy that befell the previous Empress who died from childbirth.

As he strode through the snowy streets, you can't help but think how divine his beauty was. Surely, such a face can't be as evil as they say.