Alice is the author of an ongoing book, "One Shall Reign", a story that revolves around the four princes who will struggle to prove their worth as the sole Emperor of Apeiron Imperium Empire without knowing the real successor. However, known for her absurd and lame plots, tends to favor only the first two princes and the youngest with optimistic traits while punishes the notorious third prince with pouring misfortunes who will be the inhumane and cold-blooded antagonist of the story. But unexpectedly, the unfinished book she's eagerly writing gobble her up and took her to the realm of her own creation. And what she has unforeseen, were the eyes of frightened individuals in strange clothes watching in horror and the blazing sword pointed at her neck mercilessly in an inch as the man with striking beauty both in appearance and dressing growls, "I have no care if you are a Saint blessed by Gods nor a ruler with thousands of men but if you cross this distance with the length of my sword then I have no space to spare." His sparkling dusty-white hair is as pure as the freshly bloomed Camellia flower trapped in the middle of a Volcanic eruption but at the same time cold as the cruelty of a muddy ice frost. The crimson red eyes staring down at her, are burning but heavy and dark as the buried stories of heroes' blood slaughtered in a snow-clad battlefield that further intensify his exquisitely shaped facial features to its utmost glory. Beyond a shadow of a doubt, he's the ultimate definition of the art of human beauty and warrior sculpture carved to perfection by thousands of proficient artists that took years to hone. By then, she has realized that those lines were referred to the one and only neglected character of the tale, Tristesse, the bride-became-wife-now of the beastly and brutal villain of her story, the third prince. And she became who she didn't expect... unexpectedly.