Love, Dania knew it very early when she was still ignorant of existence. It was her destiny. She was a happy and free girl, loved by her family, and above all human. But the problem was precisely the object of all her passion, which was not. He came from a world where magic reigned supreme. And worst of all, he himself, who should have represented all the beauty and charm of a fairy tale prince, seemed so cold and unreal. But all this did not stop Dania from loving him and wanting to find him. So, gathering her courage and determination, she decided to enter his world and visit all the kingdoms until she could finally reach her goal. His world struck by a curse like no other. But as time went by, and as she met new people, courageous and extraordinary, Dania changed and deviated little by little from her path and soon understood that the real curse was not always what it seemed.

The Prince Of Blood

When I woke up, I were alone. I found myself lying on moss in a room of a huge palace, or what was left of it. I sat up to find that I was really alone, I could see the sky riddled with stars from my makeshift bed, and their wondrous lights taught me of a heavy and passion-filled past through these remnants that had only ever ultimately destroyed themselves. 


I got up and went in search of Seiran. 


He was sitting on a pillar, facing north. I thought he was facing north, his favorite point of reference. I saw a wound in his back. A long wound, symbol of a past that I guessed was very heavy, maybe even heavier than the misfortune that hit his kingdom. I could not help but touch this scar, cracking the perfection of a perfect skin, a perfect body. Then even more I passed my arms around his waist and passed my tongue, on it, passionately, wetting this imperfection. He stiffened, then gesticulating, tore himself coldly from the comfort of my arms. 


Anyway