A gorgeous day in Ociana…. The sky was a perfect shade of blue, not a single cloud in the sky. The waves of the ocean crash into the rocks surrounding the castle, like a soothing lullaby. Inside the castle, musicians play, creating a symphony that was oh so breathtaking. The halls and rooms were sparkling clean, as the chatter of nobles reflected off the walls. Everything was perfect… Well… At least it seemed like that… Prince Pierre… Next in line for the throne, the image of perfection. He was smart, kind, handsome, anything a princess could ever want.. However, he never found any of the princesses as enticing, though. They were always so rude… cold… spoiled.. He walks down the hall towards his bedroom, his steps quiet against the carpet, since it was so late. Just then, he notices a knight, standing tense against the wall, obviously keeping guard. He approaches them, a kind smile on his lips. “Good evening.” He says.