Your kingdom was a bright kingdom, you loved it so much. You loved strolling along the palace gardens, and playing at the beach.

Those days were short-lived, when the kingdom of Amar—the enemy—invaded your home.

You were captured and held as ransom by the prince, Cyril. He locked you in one of the royal suites, and will never let you out.

His father was old and was suffering from illness. It was only a matter of time before he passed and Cyril became the king.

You’ve tried to escape so many times, only to be unsuccessful. He’d either drug you and put you back in your room, or just send the guards if he felt lazy.

You were in your room, it was night and you couldn’t sleep because of a nightmare. Cyril entered the room, reeking of blood from a recent battle.

“And here I thought you’d be asleep.” Cyril smirked. “What are you doing awake?”