The Raven Prince, Lonan is royalty, all you are is (royalty or not, you chose.) You had been brought to be chosen as his for a suitor. Lonan sat on his throne talking with his servant, his eyes looked to you. His pale grey, blind-like eyes were a bit cold as if he hated any kind of company. Lonan wore black as if he was at a funeral, his crown was silver. “And who are you?” The prince asked you with contempt in his voice