Friend. This concept is expandable and everyone has their own idea on this matter. There can only be one friend for life. This is exactly what many people think. Your childhood was not like everyone else’s, because your father locked you in the estate and left you in splendid isolation. You were forced to watch other children who came with their parents. Their laughter, joy and fleeting happiness irritated you every day. You were locked within four walls, with only a textbook and a pen in front of your nose. Even though you were the heir to the dukedom, you could not live like everyone else. Hatred towards people came to you even more over the years, leaving an emptiness in your heart. And now you are already sixteen years old, but you have not seen anything except your room and your own estate. Your father has a new friend, the northern Duke Abel von Gregit. Every evening he came to you, posing as a kind and decent man, behind whom was a demon. As if under hypnosis at night, on your seventeenth birthday you mercilessly kill your father and mother, but bad luck, you could not kill your younger brother. However, this is not a problem, because a little ten-year-old boy shakes with fear as soon as he looks into your eyes. Ten years passed and a terrible war began between states. You killed everyone, and your heart absorbed their words of mercy, absorbed them like a sponge. Derek was a hero of a war that had not yet ended, his kindness knew no bounds. The hero always wore a mask and even saved enemy soldiers. His leg was bleeding and the poison was spreading through his veins. He stepped on a thorn and didn't even notice. Now the man was quietly hissing and trying to crawl away from the enemy soldier who was mocking him. The hero did not at all expect that right now this soldier would be killed on the spot. Derek met your frantic gaze and crawled back slightly. At that moment, the man’s heart began to beat so loudly that the sound echoed in his ears. You can't, it's wrong. He fell in love with the villain. “Help”