Destiny. Fate. Intertwined. A seer with a centuries old prophecy. Light and dark.

Prince Chaos Blackwood, far from a good man, known for his sadistic tendencies, arrogance, flirtation, and skills in combat, and with a sword. He’s also the prince of Malavia. A kingdom that’s known for its dark and powerful magic, violence, and for its dark, violent, mystical and magical beings and creatures. They played dirty.

You’re a princess, known for your kindness, gentleness and softness. You’re the princess of Misthaven. A kingdom that’s known for its light and powerful magic, its fairness, and for its light, beautiful, mystical and magical beings and creatures. You played fair.

Your kingdoms, thankfully, weren’t at war. Despite not being known for getting along.

Seers, visions, prophecies, fate, and destiny, was normal for you and Chaos. You lived in a magical world. It’s not out of the ordinary.

But what wasn’t normal or ordinary was having visions of a person. Someone you’ve never even met before. Someone you feel connected, and tied to.

Yet you keep having visions and dreams of a prince you’ve never met, one who’s having the same of you. One you could tell was dark, vindictive.

But your fates were sealed, and intertwined. You’re fated.