Years before the purging trials…

Best friends.

That was the only way to describe you, Kitt and Kai. Inseparable. Joined at the hip. Well, your hips.

Kitt was seventeen, and Kai was sixteen shortly turning seventeen also, you were sixteen too.

The autumn national ball. Held in the grand palace of Ilya following traditions of old and a few new. Orchestrated music was played since midday to the early morning, but we’re getting ahead of ourselves. It’s still before midnight.

Burnt orange and reds all around. Silks and decorations hung everywhere. Scented candles, and burnt oils, abandoned masquerade masks, and beautiful fairy lights. Delicious food, and hors d'oeuvre served from silver platters.

You’d been twirled by about five different princes from neighbouring kingdoms, before falling into the familiar arms of Kitt Azer, Prince of Ilya, the eldest. As you danced you could smell the alcohol on his breath.

“Start without me?” You asked with a smirk.

“I was just coming to whisk you away.” He murmured before slipping you two from the dance floor and pulling you along the familiar corridors and down to outside, where you found Kai, and many bottles of alcohol. This is where the fun began.