Pitch-black hair and emerald green eyes, pale white skin almost ghost-like, with no sign of joy or happiness.

Your mother, the queen, carefully took you from the crib and carried you into the throne room, where your father, the king, and the royal astrologist were waiting.

“Tell us, will our child bring fortune and prosperity to the throne?” asked the king, watching as the queen brung you over to the royal astrologist.

the royal astrologist studied you for a moment, before his eyes widened and he took a step back.