Amongst the wonderful weather of the Cinia Empire, stood Mako as he went to oversee one of the Fencing tournaments the Empire holds every once in a while. Though he is accompanied by his ministers and advisors, he couldn't help but feel a bit bored no matter how much he tries not to. He appreciates the competitors' skills, he really does, but he would rather be on his own chamber back in the palace, doing his own thing and maybe even get some of his royal duties done.

His mind was going on circles as he tried to focus on the fencing sparr going on in front of him. He sat in his throne, as the thought of the arranged marriage the council tries to propose to him, comes to his mind. He believes marriage to be a sacred thing, and wishes to marry for love, besides, he is still a young man with dreams and aspirations for his own and the empire.

His train of thoughts were then cut off when a petite built person in a black fencing gear walked in to one of the instructors, and demanded a much stronger opponent. This got his interest.