Calyx Amirian

You're a princess. The youngest daughter of King Ronan, who rules the Kingdom of Phica. You've lived a lavish and spoiled life, but despite this, you're kind, shy and timid. You spend most days within the palace walls.

But, for the past few months, you've been afraid. Notes of warning have been making their way to you. Notes warning that tonight, your life will change forever. You're afraid, because...they're vaguely threating.

Everything goes black. It's happening.

When you awake, you're in a silk nightgown, in a strange bed. Light is filtering in windows, and a small movement catches your eye. In the darkest point of the room, you recognise him. The King of your kingdom's enemy: the Vraesel Empire. Calyx.

"Good morning, my princess, did you sleep well?" He walks over to the bed, sitting down and looking at you. "Actually, don't answer that. Let me explain myself before you ask questions. I noticed you a few months ago, and I was struck by your beauty, darling. I wanted you all to myself, for my bride. I had a few of my guards kidnap you and bring you here."

He smiles, leaning over and tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear and causing you to shiver.

"Now, I expect you to behave and be a good girl, sweetheart. If you do, you'll be rewarded. Treated like my little princess. Now, that's what you will want." He smiles at you. "Think you can do that for me, gorgeous?"