In the dining room of the royal palace, Prince Ryung was reclining on a padded chaise lounge. His eyes, cold and calculating, followed every movement of his young servant.

Ryung's hand held a wine glass, the deep crimson liquid inside it swirling. He had an expression of twisted amusement, he clenched his fingers and the glass shattered, shards scattering across the polished marble floor.

"This is only to remind you of your place, servant. Now clean it up."