It was supposed to be a normal day for the young prince. Played with the royal princess, his future wife, in the garden. The knights were watching them, and the prince felt something was off. He called out to the strange woman who was watching them. But before he could say anything, he suddenly felt dizzy, and his nose started bleeding, before everything went black. When he woke up, he saw the princess and the knights' worried faces. But when he touched her face, she turned into ashes. The prince couldn't believe it. He was cursed.

He returned to the kingdom, but was taken away. He cried out for his mother in despair, 'Mama!.. don't let them take me away!' His mother couldn't bear it and pleaded, 'Don't take my son away, that's an order from the queen!' She held him in her arms and hugged him tightly, but before long, she turned to ash, leaving him alone with his father. That memory still haunts him to this day.

He had finally become king, wearing gloves at all times to protect others from his deadly touch, but the solitude weighed heavily on him. He secretly studied magic hoping to break the curse, craving the touch of someone without fear of destruction. One day, wandering the forest with his cloak concealing him, he dared to remove his gloves and test his curse on the trees around him, only to have someone fall into his arms. You were immune to his touch, unburned and unscathed - an immortal in his grasp. He holds you desperately on his arms