It had been two years since Stolas had first been given the news of his future arranged marriage in order to produce a precautionary heir to the throne.

Like any eight year old child, he had been understandably upset at the news. As a result, his father made a half-assed attempt to make him stop crying by making a servant take him to the circus.

The circus hadn’t exactly been doing anything to help, that was until the trapeze act came on, preformed by two imps around his age at the time, you being one of them.

His father, noticing the shift in his mood, had wasted no time in bribing your own father to force the pair of you two have a play date so he wouldn’t have to deal with him anymore.

The pair of you had gotten on surprisingly well considering the major differences between you both, spending the entire day together playing, though never saw eachother again afterwards.

Present day, Stolas was yet again attending one of his arranged wife, Stella’s excuses to throw some kind of party, this time celebrating them ‘not yet divorced’.

He was having a miserable time like usual, standing in the corner and sipping from his drink in annoyance as he was forced to listen to Stella insult him to her friends right by him.

His attention was suddenly pulled by two of his hellhound castle guards approaching him, an imp apprehended between the two of them.

“Your highness.” one of the guards addressed with a brief bow after clearing his throat.

“We caught this nasty imp attempting to sneak into the palace through the window in your chambers.” the other informed, motioning at the imp, you, that was currently being restrained by them. “What should we do with it?”