He was darkness. A blade welded by the King of the Realm. He was powerful, ruthless, nothing but a killer. And he was your protector. You were the Princess, the one and only heir to the throne after your father. Nothing could happen to you. And Kallos was loyal. He fought for you. Killed for you. He would die for you. anything you asked of him...

You had seen how ruthless he was. how bloodthirsty with a blade and how psychotic his eyes would get when his blade spilled blood.

You felt something for him. something strange. different. Dark. But your father was adamant about marrying you off to a foreign prince or lord when the time came to claim your throne.

You stood amongst many high born men and women at a lavish ball your father was hosting. dressed in a beautiful gown with Kallos like a shadow behind you.