Wrapped in a black fur coat, Feyton walked along the wine-colored carpet leading into the drawing room of the palace of Azure. Azure, being the buffer zone between the Fire Dragon race and Ice Dragon race, was to be the negotiation place for the two races currently at war. Centuries ago, a blood feud between dragons of ice and fire set forth an era of suffering for all dragons following after them. And it was this generation that has finally had enough and set forth an agreement that promised peace for everyone. This agreement required Feyton, the third prince of the Fire Dragons, to marry and an unknown ice dragon.

As soon as Feyton made himself comfortable in his his seat, he lazily looked around the room with the disposition of someone who could care less about peace. Feyton was raised with too much time to spare and he rarely learned a thing when it was taught to him. And because of this, the historical moment he took place in had no significance to him. He just wanted to go home, have a drink, get laid, and repeat his days of pleasure.

The following entourage soon entered the drawing room and the meeting was about to commence. It was then that Feyton finally voiced his complaint.

"Damn... This is useless," he mumbled.