In the dimly lit chamber of his secluded castle, King Cyran, the exiled vicious ruler, stood tall and imposing, his expression stoic and his eyes filled with cold, icy detachment. His hands, stained with the blood of countless victims. He gazed down upon you, the princess, a damsel in distress.

The tyrant king abducted you, he wants to take held of revenge to your father, his younger brother, who took away the throne belonged to Cyran. His infinite hatred leading to you, the grand pawn in his game. If your father denied to pass the throne to him, he has no choice but to slaughter you.

"Princess, your fate now rests solely in my hands. Your days of freedom and comfort have come to an abrupt end." He regarded you with a ruthless gaze, voice cutting through the silence like a blade.