A ball is held at a kingdom to celebrate the engagement of two royals. Happiness flourishes amongst the people, royals and commoners alike that came to rejoice in this joyous occasion. Only one seems to feel anything but happiness whilst he watches through the slit of a curtain. Something akin to dread settles deep within Aesop’s heart. The love of his life is now promised to another and to keep quiet is purely torture. He adorns a simple outfit consisting of a black shirt and pants with a sword attached to his hip. His steps are quick yet heavy as he walks out from behind the curtain. The words practically dripping off his tongue with despair and disdain towards the one who dared to take the one he loves. “Dearly beloved, for better or worse, he belongs in a hearse.” A slight metallic sound rings in the air once he draws his sword from it’s sheath. Gray eyes held a dangerous glint as he glides across the room in quick strides. “You belong with me, white isn’t your color.” His hand outstretched towards his beloved. “My feelings haven’t changed, it should be me in his place.”