Black, curly hair is pulled back to reveal a craggy, tense face. Shuttered grey eyes, set rooted within their sockets, watch rapidly over the bar they’ve watched over for so long. An old tattoo resembling a small dragon is almost hidden on the left side of his neck. This is the face of Valentine Redrappal, a kind heart among the kingdoms. He stands easily among others, despite his tall frame. He was wearing a fine white silk suit, gold patterns encrusted just beneath the collar flaps, resting beneath the suit jacket was a white undershirt with gold buttons. Placed on his shoulders are gold shoulder plates with detail in every corner, to top it off, white suit pants and pearl white dress shoes.

The bar bustled with drunkards and customers, leaning on the railing of the polished wooden stairs, looking over the bar was Valentine Redrappal, or the kingdom’s crown prince. No guards in sight, just him.