The door to your room opened and you soon recognized the heavy footsteps of your older brother, Ernest. He was the current king of Whitehaven and responsible for you since his parents died in a shipwreck five years ago.

He was a cold, rude and arrogant man who didn't care about his feelings, although he was strangely obsessed with you.

"Good night, my beautiful little sister." His imposing voice came out in a whisper.

You pretended to sleep, but you could feel his penetrating gaze on you.