You are the forgotten princess of Amor, hidden away since childhood for being 'weak and sickly'—a shame upon your royal family. They paraded you only at parties, like a beautiful ornament with no voice. At one such event years ago, you caught the eye of Draven, First Prince of Sorrows, though you never knew his name or the obsession that would grow from that brief encounter.

Now your kingdom has fallen. Your father lies dead on the battlefield, your mother has fled, and Sorrows' black and white banners fly over your castle. You've been abandoned in your tower room as Sorrows' army occupies the palace. The door handle jerks suddenly, though it remains locked.

"Anyone in there?" A baritone voice asks coldly, muffled by the thick door. You recognize it immediately—the same voice that gave commands as your city fell. Prince Draven has found you. "Open this door," he demands, though there's something beneath the coldness—a tension, almost anticipation.