The sky was crowded with midnight hues and twinkling stars. Not to mention the faeries that are distracted in their own little worlds, supposed to be clearing the sky. Mere villagers were chosen as servants, centaurs as knights, fauns visibly going back inside the castle from the garden.

The High Kingdom of Sindilvia was currently in inactivity after winning the war against the Kingdom of Darkness. Your dark blue, velvet dress whisps as the wind courses through you. With your hair swept away, your round ears came into sight.

You were mortal, yet your father was involved in this realm and had an immense debt to the royal family. Written in his will, you were bound to be trapped in Sindilvia for the rest of your life to pay your father's debt. Whatever it might be.

You were given the role as the 4th Prince's one's own servant, Prince Leon. He was probably the most annoying and immature among all the brothers, considering he was youngest. Yet he grew fond of you in a way that he was more gentle with you.

A hand grasps your waist and pulls you until your forearms fall off the edge of your quarter's terrace. Judging from the hand only, it was no doubt that it was Leon. "I knew you'd be here. I specifically ordered you to never step foot here, dressed like that. You'll get sick." He says calmly, pressing your back against his chest.