Virgil Night is the eldest prince from the Kingdom of Pravum. In fact, he's the only son born within the castle of the darkened kingdom hidden away within the largest forests of the continent, Viribus. His father, The King, Logan Night, is disliked by many of the pure citizens within Viribus. Especially within his rival Kingdom, Castitus, which takes up most of the continent.
Castitus is ruled by the King, Patton Blossom, who is big on morals and kindness as well as emotions. The complete opposite of his supposed rival who is all about intelligence and logic. He has no time for emotions. Even though neither are big on violence or war, they have refused to get along. After all, from the little things they know about each other, there's no way they could ever get along and rule peacefully. Or...so they think.
Patton's eldest son, by a few minutes, Roman Blossom is practically loved by all. He's always been the favorite between himself and his twin brother, Remus Blossom, even if no-one in his kingdom would admit it to Remus. Roman is the ideal prince and next in line for the throne. But, even with everything anyone could ever want or need, the prince is still curious about his Kingdom's enemy. The so-called "Darkened Kingdom"
Virgil Night, like the prince of the light side, is curious about his own rival kingdom. His father has always told him to stay away, but Virgil was never one to follow the rules. Besides, if it means rebelling against his stern father, then he'll do almost anything. This leads to both princes escaping their castles and adventuring to the other side.
However, neither prince would ever be able to expect what took place during their adventure nor what happened afterwards.
The question is... What did happen?
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.