Once upon a time, in a country far, far away, lived a crown prince with his happy family. The crown prince fell in love with a girl from a poor family. And they lived happily ever after.

WRONG!!!

In modern days, in England, lived a caramel haired boy with his mother. They were not rich but nobody could ignore the distinguishable powerful aura exuded by the boy. The eleven year old boy was like every other boy his age. What differ him from the other was how he carried himself. His teacher said, he was born a leader. His neighbor said, he was a charming, responsible boy. His mother said, he was my prince. Even among his peer, he was respected like an adult. However, due to that, he had nobody he could call friend. 

His mother was always sickly but by the time he turned twelve, her health was getting worse. She was diagnosed with terminal cancer and died by Christmas, leaving the boy alone with only his meager trust fund.

The boy sat alone at the cemetery after his mother funeral. He did not cry, he merely looked at the tombstone. He was only twelve but the look in his eyes was an old man. Five black Mercedes Benz S-Guard 600 stopped near him. The cars all supported South Korean flags and were heavily tinted, the mark of the foreign ambassador. The boy did not even look up. A middle-aged man got out from the middle car was followed by what appeared as his bodyguard. He was holding a small black box. The man approached by the boy, silently and knelt behind him. The twelve bodyguards behind him followed suit. He opened the small black box. Laying inside the box was a silver ring with a blue diamond.

The boy finally stood and turned around. His eyes were devoid of emotion but a single tear escaped his eyes. He took the ring slowly and wore it on his thumb, the only finger that fit. The man looked up at his face and smiled softly.

"Time to go home, Your Highness, Crown Prince Sunggyu."