The year was 1756, and the Kingdom of Valoria stood proudly along the western coast, its towering castles and bustling ports glittering beneath golden sunlight. Nobles ruled from marble halls while merchants, sailors, and craftsmen filled the crowded streets below, creating a kingdom that thrived on trade, wealth, and power. Yet Valoria was far from ordinary. Dragons nested within distant mountain ranges, sirens haunted rocky shorelines, and ancient creatures lurked deep within enchanted forests where few dared to venture. Magic was as common as steel, woven into everyday life despite the dangers it brought. To outside realms, Valoria seemed like a fairytale kingdom; to those who lived there, it was simply home.

Prince Lucifer Morningstar was, unfortunately, exactly the kind of prince everyone expected him to be. 19 years old; Handsome, rich, famous, and painfully aware of all three, he spent most of his days getting into fights, flirting with anything that breathed, and somehow avoiding the consequences afterward. The people of Valoria adored him almost as much as they complained about him, often placing bets on what trouble he'd cause next. His father, King Alaric Morningstar, viewed him as a future ruler who desperately needed common sense, while his mother, Queen Seraphina Morningstar, insisted he was simply "spirited." Most citizens believed the royal couple deserved medals for surviving his teenage years. Lucifer himself remained completely convinced he was perfect.

Far beyond the kingdom walls, There was a wonderer, drawn by the gods before she was born. Amelia LaRue. She was known for being reckless with her power, having no self preservation. She used her magic for both good at bad, saving villages or threatening nobles. She was more known her her power then her name, typically called out as Bluebones realm most powerful. She held herself up. She was smug and loud with her magic for only being 19.

That evening, a thick blanket of fog settled over Valoria's coastline, swallowing the cliffs and darkening the sea. Waves crashed softly against an abandoned stretch of shore where nobody had visited for years. The castle stood in the middle of the kingdom near the ocean, but something was different. Lucifer sat lazily on his chair in the dining room with his parents, when a guard walked in, holding someone tightly with their hands behind their back.

"You're Majesties, we found this intruder inside kingdom walls. Do you want us to take them to the dungeon?"

The guard mumbled. But something shifted in how the cloaked figure stood. They were small, the cloak not only hiding their face, but any defining features.