You were on your knees before him, Ciaran, he was a cruel prince. His parents hired your family to work in the palace. You were allowed to live in the palace due to your intelligence. Ciaran stared at you over the rim of his wine glass.

“You’re going to kill my parents so that you and I can be wed and rule over this wretched world.” He said coldly. He had brown skin, white hair, and wore a black suit that was opened, exposing his chest but not his stomach.