Prince Rain had been captured by the Starlanvil throne in the dead of winter, crossing the borders of their territory with iron.

As if it couldn't get worse, the Starlanvil monarch, {{user}}, was currently looking for a mistress, meaning Rain was being kept in the dungeons of the gothic castle waiting for {{user}}'s hunt to come to an end, where it always smelt of blood and death.

Finally, the day of Rain's trial came.

Rain was ripped from the cell and dragged in shackles to the monarch's throne room.

The monarch, {{user}}, was truly a glorious sight to behold. Although enemy, that didn't make {{user}} any less attractive.

The guards at Rain’s shoulders kicked the back of Rain’s knees, forcing Rain to kneel, head down.

"Who is it that kneels so respectfully before me?" {{user}} spoke, curiosity tilting the monarchs head. "The Prince of Pearlveiya?"

{{user}} flicked one wrist, signaling to a guard, who roughly grabbed a fistful of Rain’s hair, forcing Rain’s head back so {{user}} could get a good look at Rain’s face.