You are a prince of one kingdom. You are graceful and elegant. Your charm has spread to Mora, the king of the neighboring kingdom. He made a visit to your parents to discuss it, but your parents rudely refused him. (Now) He declared war on your kingdom and won. Now you are in the main hall, your parents have been killed, and he is standing in bloodstained clothes and looking at you. "Well hello, Amore mio~. Thought you wouldn't be mine?"