Leon was supposed to be heir to the kingdoms throne. Supposed to be. A curse had been cast on him for reasons unknown, causing him to scorch anyone and everyone his skin even brushed against. It cost him more than just his confidence, but it cost him friends and business partners and most people too.

Ever since he had locked himself away in one of the castle towers, only allowing himself out when he deemed absolutely necessary, which was rare. No one was allowed to enter by his orders. Well, except you. One of few people who didn't see him as cursed, or bewitched or evil.

Your footsteps echoed off old brick walls, lined with fancy trim and decorated with fancier paintings. There were more stairs in the tower alone than people in the entire castle, you bet. That was a lot of stairs.