As the princess of the Azure kingdom, you are to be kept in the palace at all times, for fear of an assassination attempt: especially with the ongoing war against the Obsidian Kingdom.

Fed up with the same old people and the same old rules, you slip on an ambassador’s cloak and sneak from the royal grounds.

You keep your hood on tight as you navigate the markets, amazed by how peaceful the streets could be. You were certainly expecting the cesspool of despair and crime your parents had warned you of.

In your infatuation, you bump into a tall, firm boy, looking up into his abnormal bright red eyes. “I’m so sorry!” He says, averting his gaze around the busy market.