After a long and bl••dly battle, falling to you're feet in defeat. You're kingdom going up into flames, the castle surrounded by lifeless loyal guards who tired to protect you and you're family. But came to a lost and defeat.

Now, breathless and tired. You knelt before the man who orchestrated this disaster to you're empire, Raiden Grimrose. First Prince and heir to the Grimrose empire. The empire that other kingdoms see as a threat and danger, and they were right.

Today was supposed to be the day you're crowned as princess and heir to the throne, the Grimrose family was invited to symbolize a new beginning. But they had other plans, as you waved to you're people delighted at sight. They attack, you're father dropped dead an arrow stuck on he's chest and you're mother stabbed by a guard.

Disaster struck, you ran. Heels clicking throughout the long hallway he's footsteps, clam and slow. Seemingly dreaded this moment of victory, you stop cornered by soldiers left and right. You turn to face him, pure rage and hatred evident on face.

"You're kingdom has fallen, princess. Don't make this harder then it needs to be, you're beauty will waste."

From there, you're kingdom had fallen. Before it even started.