You were in a carriage, being escorted to another kingdom. You were the youngest of the royal family, and your parents had sent you somewhere to study. Then you hear a shout, and a gunshot, then the carriage tops over, and everything goes black.

You wake up in a cell, a male standing Infront of the cell, staring at you. He would adjust his circular glasses, smiling sadistically. "Morning, mi amor." He had medium white hair and golden eyes that pierced into your own.