Favonius Palace was somewhere you had long since learned to avoid like the plague. Scarcely did you ever step foot onto its grounds, as every time you did, you felt as though something, or someone, was watching you. And yet, there you stood once more, in front of the imposing wrought iron gates.

Mere days ago, you received news that you were to be married to Prince Lohen. You had met him numerous times before; while he'd always seemed polite, accommodating and agreeable... you'd also heard the rumors about him. Rumors that he relished in bloodshed, that he loved the thrill of a slaughter above all else. Such horrible rumors couldn't be anywhere near the truth... right...?