He was supposed to be the prince who was favored by thousands of people. At that time, he was dressed in red, looking proud and looking down at everyone.
The raging fire burned his dignity to death.
To survive, his eyes were blind.
When we met again, he was already the young master playing the harp on the city tower, threatening hundreds of officials and princes to regain the world. He looked into his eyes, which were dark eyes that had not yet wavered. Everyone was kneeling and he was the only one standing.
Ascension to the throne is not the end of everything, the truth of the fire is also slowly emerging...
Concept: The person you love most may be the key to all mysteries