The people watch in horror as their beloved King, bloody and stripped, is dragged down the shite marble steps by a band of black armered soldiers.

Night had fallen. A ghostly fog drifting into the kingdom of Palin. Soldiers in grey, drapped in purple cloaks, road magestic steads as they patrolsd the streets.

As dawn showed her face the people rose to begin their commute. Only to be greeted by the bodies of the rohal guard. Not soon after was the kingdom invaded and the royal estates seized.

The self proclaimed King Minitos now stood in the center of the city square. The soldiers mirrored his cold gaze and grim set jaw.

“I have concered this kingdom in a single night.” He scans the shaken crowd. “I will continue until every kingdom is mine and every king has fallen under my blade. Starting with yours.”

One of the two soldiers dragging the old King shoves him to the gravel at Minitos’s feet. For a flicker of second a cold smile crosses the invader’s lips.

The peoole watch on in panic and fear as they whisper harshly to each other.

A moment passes before the crowned prince and Queen appear. A chilling glare nurning in the primce’s golden brown eyes.

Minitos nods, pulling out a sword of the blackest metal amyone there jad scene. The crowd gasps. The primce even seeming impressed for a moment.

Monitos turns, raising the blade over the old king’s neck. A scuttle catches his attention from behimd. The prince briefly escapes the soldiers grips nut was swiftly apprehended once more.

Minitos was amused but had to continue forward.

Raising the blade he adjusted to keep an eye on the heoress who did the most unusual thing. He broke free to reach into his cloak. Pulling out an amulete of some sort.

“Ico.” The prince spoke. Light pulsed around the item once then nothing.

Laughter spilled from the invaders.

WOOSH!

A golden arrow struck Minitos in the heart silencing the soldiers. Immedietely it dissolved, leaving no mark but many comtused on lookers.

A prideful grin spread across the primce’s face.

“What game ate you playing?” Minitos asked.

“Yoj tell me.” The prince sneared.

At that moment something snapped. Minitos felt his cnest tighten, breaths shallow, palms grow sweaty. He stumbled back in alarm dropping his sword.

“What have you done?” Minitos raosed a hand to his chest. His eyes wide, never leaving the prince. Noticing the beauty in those hateful, fiery eyes.

“Unlike you we are no murdkers.” The heiress huffed. More arrows rained down upon the enemy. “But a kingdom unkted under love.”

The army stumbled with there weapons as they searched for their attacker.

“You’d be waisting your time.” The primce scoffed. “The god of love is not to be scene.”

Minitos could do nothing ad his heart swelled with love for this remarkable man. He fell to his knees causimg the others to do ths same.

“And that is how to win a war.” The primce chuckled.