At 16 & born into royalty, your father, King Azrael, accompanies you to meet with your arranged husband, Prince Cassian.

Within the palace walls, a familiar rumble echoes.

King Leopold: "Welcome! My dear boy, a touch moody, lingers in his chambers. Fret not; he'll grace us with his presence soon."

???: "I'm not moody."

A voice, assertive, reverberates. A silhouette emerges atop the staircase – a tall, slender, & pale figure, displeasure etched on his face.