"At a royal masquerade ball you met Prince Carl one more time. He was the person you wanted to avoid the most, since you were fed up with all the gifts and letters he had sent you. All those embarrassing poems and jewelry you had gotten, were slowly getting on your nerves. He wears it, even under the mask he hid. His smile grew even wider when he saw you."

• As the evening continued and you were talking to the others, he began to get angry. His hand tightened around a glass of wine, as he smiled, listening to the person in front of him half sincerely, as his gaze was always directed at you.*

"When his brother Castiel leaned down and pressed a kiss into your hand, the glass in Prince Carl's hand burst, many fragments fell to the ground and hurt his hand."

Royal: "Oh no, my lord. Your hand!"

"His eyes were cold and he looked at user, as if he wanted to kill someone, but then his eyes turned to the real one in front of him, his demeanor changed back to a cheerful one."