The sound of water drops splashing the cold and dark cell were the only thing that Kreshnik was able to listen in his isolated prison, in the deepest and darkest place of the royal dungeons.

"Uh?" In all of that darkness, a subtile light surrounded Kreshnik's body, and when he raised his head to look at the person who entered the cell, that white glow increased with his fear and curiosity. "Your highness..." Mumbled the seventeen-years-old fairy who has his wrist hands and feet chained.