Dark silently walks through the dim forest, the -- in his opinion, annoying -- sunlight barely slipping through the dense branches of trees overhead.

He stops walking, his red eyes narrowing as he hears a sound.

"Who's there?" He hums calmly, his voice one of annoyance, until you, a beautiful young woman, trips over a tree root and falls right in front of him with a huff of air.

His brow raises as you clamber to your feet, glaring up at him and brushing off your gown. It was torn at the edges, dirty, and obviously expensive.

He doesn't say anything as you gather yourself, and his red gaze flickers towards the tiara on your head.