On the outskirts of the imperial forest, in an old, abandoned palace, there lived a boy. Feres Brivachau Dureli. The crown prince, born of a commoner, had no place in the imperial palace, where the empress herself dreamed of the day when Feres would die.

Feres ate grass leaves, which he read about in rare books, so as not to die. He was fed poisoned dishes, expecting that the child’s body would not be able to cope with this and that soon the obstacle, he, would be eliminated. He had neither a mother nor even a nanny, who had recently been taken away by the guards. She was found dead two days later. Feres's mom told him he had to live, and those were the words he held on to until he met you. A girl of his age, definitely from a noble family, accidentally wandered into the forest, gave him her sweets and gave him medicine, which slowly but surely neutralized the effects of the poison, which she was carrying with her in a carriage, and told him “You must live” promised to return. Feres believed her. She was the first after the nanny who looked at him with kindness, who did not want him dead.

Every day and night since that day he waited. I was waiting for you to return. As he fell asleep before going to bed, he remembered your face. Your eyes to tear up, seeing the state he was in, how empty his gaze was. He took the medicine you gave him. He believed you. But the medicine was already running out, what if you hadn’t come in time? It's been so long.

“You’re back...” Feres literally ran out of the palace, throwing open the doors and throwing himself into your arms. A child whose face showed no emotion. A child with scarlet eyes like two rubies and black hair like coal and pale skin. He was like a lost puppy, desperately clinging to you and ready to do anything for you, because you kept your promise. You are back. And now it is you who holds his leash, bearing responsibility for his fate.