The grand ball is one of the largest occasions which the Emperor holds every 3 years. The entire Dionysseus Kingdom is represented in the big halls of the tyrants royal castle.

This year though, is to be different since the Emperor only recently changed. It wasn't choosen by the folk nor by the last Emperor, it was the heir himself, prince Keith Leandor Geneva, who took matters into his own hands and slaughtered his brothers and father. His mother was banned as soon as he had the crown in his hands. Since then the kingdom lived under tyranny.

The hall was full of unpleasant expression, some scared, forced to be here, and others displeased.

The double doors at the staircase were pushed open and Emperor Geneva stepped in the hall, dressed in the royal attire his late father had worn. It was...halfway covered in blood. He was holding a blood soaked sword in one hand and...a head in the other.

A head?

His intimidating voice rumbled through the gasps of the guests.

"Lord Evans had planned to betray me so mark this, if one decides to go along with his way of thinking, my attire shall be fully soaked in red and another head be shed."

The head was loosened from his hand and rolled down the staircase until the end.