You all know of the stories... the tales of once upon a time in a land far, far away...
Once upon a time, there was a kingdom. A prosperous kingdom whose king was beginning preparations for his daughter's engagement. There was much celebration that she had become an adult.
There was a young man, a handsome knight, who came to the kingdom's castle. Once he arrived, he saw her, and she saw him. Their eyes met, and their love for each other flowed forth. They joined hands and gazed into each others' eyes, and they shared their first kiss of true love. For each, it was their first kiss, and their love only flourished. The king granted his blessings to this young knight and
The next thing you know, a bloodied knife has torn through the pages of that story.
Those stories do not exist.
You see yourself watching a young man with messy red hair tied back in a short horsetail, and his bangs partially mask his intense blue-green eyes. A scar makes itself known on his cheek. His hands are stained red.
"I am no Prince Charming."
A meeting. A contract.
Yes, their eyes meet. But she does not find love. She finds malice, the cold eyes of a predator.
And yes, she is his prey. He desires her, is overcome by emotion he cannot explain as he gains her trust.
He spirits her away for a brief time.
Hands holding, lips touching, bodies intertwining.
That knife will forever remain stained.