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 castle was in sight. The castle whose appearance nor the magic that permeated it, had not changed, and yet everything was. I could not have imagined, as far as my imagination could go, that this place where not so long ago I was welcomed as a friend, a greeting and an equal, and from which I left, my heart so light despite the almost insurmountable hardships that awaited me for having seen, or rather believed, how much Seiran could have been loved by such good people, rulers of wisdom and courage, actually held within him the source of this evil that so agonized half the magical world. 


"Oh Seiran, what have they done to you." 


I shook my head, as I made my way to the mansion that had been such a haven, my gaze icy and unforgiving. 


"To them either, to those people who dared to claim to love you so loudly and pretended to give you the help you so desperately needed in the quest for what you wanted more than anything, I will never forgive them." 


Castle