He was a tall man, a beautiful man who seemingly had it all. The Red King, eyes, blood red, always wearing those extravagant capes of his. There were many who fell in love with his charismatic features and swore loyalty to him. However, not once was there a sincere and loving smile upon his face. He took advantage of the kingdom and the people under his rule. The Red King was missing an important possession of his. He was robbed of his own heart.

Every single day, he suffered and struggled to fill that void within his chest. On the outside, he was a ruthless king. Beyond that exterior, there was more to this person than the cruelty and glamour. A prisoner within his own body, there was much sadness and despair.

“Your highness, The Duchess of the South is requesting a visit.”

“Come in Yuri”

In came in a beautiful woman with ivory black hair and pale, fair skin

“You`ve locked yourself in your room for the past few days, our people were starting to worry. “

The King looked into the window

“This Kingdom doesn’t need me to function, I`m simply a doll put up for show. I don’t see the problem in me taking a break for a little while. “

“I heard the news, Alice was it? The possessor of your lost heart? What are you planning?”

He clenched his fists

“You do not need to know”

Yuri walked over to his table and saw a map with red marks stamped over it

“You`re searching aren’t you?”

“Its none of your business Duchess”

“I can help”

“And I am in no need of it!”

Yuri sighed

“How long have you been searching?”

pause

“5 days. Theres not a trace”

He pointed at the marks

“Not here, not there, ugh”

He slammed the map off the table

“It`s of no use, there’s no hope”

Yuri held his ice cold hand and looked him straight in the eyes

“Allow me to be of assistance, I am immune to failure”