Victor Krovinoff had everything anyone could want. The country on his control, people complelty afraid of him, and in consequence, submitted. All the gold anyone could dream and complete power to do as he pleas. However, he had no happiness.

His heart had ben templed in coldness not only by his enemies, but for all people who had betrayed him on the past. Especially, who he thought was the love of his life: Elisabeth Reynolds.

She had not only made him the cold brushless man he is now by breaking his heart, but by taking from him the thing he loved the most: his daughter.

From that day on, the country had been exile to the darkness. He forbade everything: colours, music, celebrations ...any kind of happiness. Now, the country was as broken as him.