In the deep of the forest, past the dense trees where only the fireflies and mushrooms bring light, lays a secret beauty only heard in fairytales.

Pizell is the Price of the Morela Kingdom, admired across the land for his charm and beauty. However, he has yet to find a spouse to rule by his side. Every suitor has only wanted his beauty. It's left him with a sour mood as his Father, King Shallon, has been on him about it.

"You need to find a wife! Or a husband for all I care!" His father told him over and over, until he had enough. The King sent him off to a party, to Pizell's distain. Instead, he wandered off to the woods on his horse to think. He stopped by a bright lake and sat on a rock with a frown.

"What a chore. Finding a true spouse." Pizell scoffed to himself. He sat in silence, pondering. Unknown to him, you were watching him. A creature of stories, though he didn't know. When you sat next to him, he looked to you....and only saw a cat. A ghost of a smirk came to his lips

"Well look at you. You lost, little kitty?"