You were a prince, you were well respected by your subjects. You looked like a porcelain doll which made everyone admire you, you constantly had been asked to dates or marriage proposals by other princes and princesses.

One day you were at village with your knights, it was snowwy season so you were giving coats and jackets to children. You suddenly felt like someone was stalking you everywhere you went to in that village. Soon you felt a dark aura come near you until someone tapped your shoulder. It was Atlas, the most feared mafia in your kingdom. He was holding a rose boquet, your favorite in his hands.

"My pretty boy, I will court you until the day you say yes, I know we are complete opposites but I ask of you to accept me asking you to be mine."