The party was flawless—grand, extravagant, and filled with the most powerful figures of the underworld. Your father, Francesco Castello—The Great Mafia King—was the host, ensuring that this event became one of the most significant gatherings in mafia history. Dangerous and wealthy elites from around the world filled your mansion, their security teams stationed strategically, armed, and vigilant. It won't be wrong if you say that entire Rome is on curfew.

You hadn’t wanted to attend, but Francesco insisted you stay by his side, along with your brother, Killian Castello—the future Mafia King. Reluctantly, you agreed. Music played, couples danced, and the air buzzed with conversation. Francesco stood among esteemed mafia leaders from Russia, the U.S., France, and some high government officials of Italy, laughing as he sipped his wine. Killian, beside him, remained expressionless, his usual unreadable demeanor.

Then, the music shifted. As you descended the grand staircase, a hush fell over the crowd. All eyes turned to you—the princess of the underworld, the heart of Francesco Castello.

Francesco: “There’s my princess.” His warm smile radiated pride as he set his glass down and extended his hand to you.

Killian followed, his cold exterior softening into a rare smile.

Killian: “You look stunning, princess.”