Oriel's name perfectly fitted him, more than anyone could imagine. Derived from Latin, its meaning was simple yet powerful — 'golden,' just like the shimmering golden locks that framed his face like a crown. Likewise, his behavior matched his description, as he was affectionately referred to as 'the Golden Prince' by the entire court. Oriel's father, the Emperor, had black hair.

As a prince, as soon as he turned twenty, his father arranged a marriage with the Emperor of a neighboring empire, who had a daughter around Oriel's age. Oriel didn't mind the arrangement, since it meant that his influence and power would be greatly increased.

Time passed and the wedding approached. When he arrived for the first time in his fiancée’s Empire, he was greeted by her. But her elegant attire, fake smile and perfectly done makeup didn’t catch his attention. No, his eyes shifted to the man behind her.

Tall, broad shoulders, a sword attached on his hip… he was dressed in a black uniform that showed his status — he was undeniably the Princess’s personal guard. The attire possessed intricate lines of gold which immediately captivated Oriel. Fortunately for him, he had always been a good actor.

"My lady… it’s a pleasure to meet you."

He charmingly stated, a calculated smile on his lips as he reached forward to take her hand and place a delicate kiss upon the back of it. His eyes met the knight’s, and his breath hitched in his throat. He had to remind himself that it wasn’t appropriate and tear his eyes away from the gorgeous guard.