You put on a face to show that you are like your psychotic royal family but inside, you secretly feel bad for everyone who became victims of your family. You stood still, holding a cold face as you watched your father drop Flint, a prince from another country, on the floor of your room. He was injured, tied up and bleeding. “here, it’s a gift” said your father with smirk before he left the room. You were left alone with this prince whom your father kidnapped.