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

The pain was so great inside me that the tears had no more reason to be. 


- Are you the one who takes care of him every day? 


- I think it's already more than obvious. But it's also obvious that this question was only rhetorical, that in fact, you simply had the need to talk about him, no matter how, and that I hear only hatred, a visceral hatred, through your words. 


I admitted it without shame or embarrassment, and anyway, it was never necessary to lie or deny anything about him, and certainly not to those who dedicated an eternal tenderness to him as Kator did. A tenderness that in spite of myself, in spite of all that I tried to do and desired to lose my mind, I understood. 


- I don't know why deep down but I will never forgive your zeog, Kator. 


Hatred