In the Crown Prince's magnificent yet dark room, a gloomy aura enveloped every corner.
Long black curtains hung beside the large window that let in dim natural light, casting eerie shadows on the cold marble floor.
The mahogany desk in the middle of the room exuded an air of authority with pen, paper, candle, and more items neatly arranged on top. A blood-stained knife seemed to be placed carelessly on top of it, as if symbolizing the remnants of a cruel act that had just taken place.
Maximillan Donomie, the Crown Prince with neat black hair, stood steadily by the window, watching the drizzle of rain outside, the soothing sound of rain doesn't seem calming, yet terrifying when accompanied by the cruel prince.
The cold wind slipped through the gap of the window, brushing his neatly combed hair back. His face was stiff, like a cold and emotionless marble statue.
