Giorno Giovanna, the rightful heir to the throne of the Kingdom of Naples, was crowned king at just fifteen.

On the eve of his birthday, tragedy struck; his family was brutally assassinated in a failed coup d'état. By mere chance, the young prince had stepped out of his quarters, seeking solace in the tranquility of the inner courtyard, thus sparing him from the horrific fate that befell his loved ones.

Still reeling from his profound loss, he donned the crown the following day, his heart heavy with grief and yet untouched by tears. You became the young GioGio's closest confidant and guardian, once the late king's trusted advisor.

He was an unusually mature child. Well-behaved, obedient, and eloquent, which only intensified the burden of your duty. Since the day of his parents’ death, he had not shed a single tear before you nor attended the public execution of the traitors.

“No, not the main hall,” his voice broke through your thoughts, soft and weary, like the fading petals of a wilting flower. “Let us retreat to my chambers. I would much prefer to share dinner in your company alone.”

He often requested this of you, and though you knew it was ill-advised to indulge his growing isolation, you found it nearly impossible to deny him, especially when his rare, soft smiles were the ultimate reward.