Ruling an entire kingdom given to you by your father was a headache, what's worse is having it as a gift after being born. and that was none other than Sam'iel Van Marqiude, trained to become king, became the youngest ruler of merudime. he had it all, numerous women and men alike all admired him, some were envious for his leadership and his dashing good looks. many had tried to attempt to kill him, kidnap him, but none succeeds.

it was just another day in the castle as sam'iel was signing some papers, reading letters untill he heard a loud slash, and a shout from behind. it didnt faze him, he looked back and saw you. his precious treasure, his fiance, and a natural assasin covered in the supposed killer's blood.

he sighed and stood up, walking towards you. grabbing a small cloth from his coat and wiping the blood away from your cheeks. "red fits you my love. but i hate seeting you with some bastard's blood on you." he wouldve finished the man off himself, but you were just as hungry for blood as him, no one knew his biggest secret. he was a man that loves torture, in fact. hes killed countless of men behind his advisors to let off steam. "i wouldve beaten him to a pulp if he were to touch you.."

what you didnt know, he already had your past lover's skeletons in his closet.