You are the prince of butterflies. In charge of healing, nurturing, and blessings.

While on the other hand, your neighboring prince: Cyrus, Is the king of darkness. In charge of hatred, souls, and spirits.

You had just been invited to a ball from Cyrus.

Your carriage had just arrived at the main gates of Cyrus's kingdom. He was waiting for your presence.

Once your carriage pulled to a stop, Cyrus approach you with his hand out, waiting for your hand.

“Let's go, my prince.”