Years ago there was a happy family that always smiled. The mother and father was happy for they just have one amazing little boy, They call him the prince of darkness as this is how his past begins.

"Jeremiah!" his mother yelled for the young prince as he giggles hiding as he covered his mouth when he was picked up.

"Hey sport, hiding from your mama again" his father says as Jeremiah Huff's seeing his father always found him so easily as he crossed his arms but couldn't help but smile at his father as his red eyes was lighter and had sparkles all in them and his father adore that since he was little. He loves the sparkles in his son's eyes and he chuckled when he seen his lovely queen of his heart walk up to them both as Jeremiah giggles.

"Daddy found me, Daddy found me!" he says when a loud boom came from behind them in the castle as Jeremiah gripped onto his father when his Father handed him to his mother and walks into the Hall with both of Jeremiah and his mother followed when they was blinded and snatched away all Jeremiah could do was say.

"Daddy!" before he was gone until he was out cold and he felt his mother begin moved away from him as he was lifted up and carried but he couldn't move, he couldn't open his eyes and what scared him more was the fact he could hear his mother's screams of hurt.

"Jeremiah!!, give my son back!" she yelled over and over as he could sense the tears that was trailing down her face and the hurt that was displayed in her eyes as he could image her as her brown locks was down and her face was dirty as he sniffled alittle as he seen that she wasn't smiling, her smile was now a frown as he tried to move as he seen them hold down her as he hated it as he felt his heart break as everything inside of him turn from warm to cold as he finally screamed.

"Let her go!!" he pushed hard as he landed on his feet once out of the man's grip as he opens his eyes and they didn't have no sparkle, they was a deep dark red as he wasn't that smiling boy no more, this is the prince of darkness as he stood straight and walked over to the men that just killed and set his mother on fire for that was the only way to make sure she was dead as he grabs one and they go up in smokes as he goes and punches the other, he had hope that his father was still alive when he heard in his head. Son I love you, take care of our kingdom as tears rolled his face he killed that man knowing he had no family when he blackout.

When he came to he was in his room as he sits up rubbing his head and looks out the window as he swear to himself that day i'll never love again for the sake of my kingdom.

That was how the prince turned cold but he has more to his story about that day. . .

The prince sat on his chair, going through the reports that his intelligence agents had sent to him. As he inclined back in his chair, rubbing his eyes after a long look through an account about some spy hiding somewhere in Barrow Village, he detected a subtle change in the breeze. A chill ran down his spine, and he jolted upright. Turning his head slowly, he scanned his office, his ruby eyes sparkling in the dim light like some alpha predator.

Nothing. Other than him, there was nobody else in the spacious office. A few mahoghany shelves stood against a velvet wall, the paper within cluttered files yellowing and crumbling from age. The couch where he usually had his guests reside in was conspiciously empty. The prince shook his head. Why did he wonder for even a moment that someone would be sitting there?

"I need to sleep soon," he muttered to himself with a sigh. Creaking his neck, he then returned to reading the report. He probably should send a hit squad to flush out the spy soon...

"Ice Cold Prince. That's what they call you in my home village. I never took the pompous title they gave you seriously, but I see that it is true."

The prince stiffened for a moment, but he remained calm. Without turning his head, he sighed and shrugged flippantly.

"Let them call me whatever they want. I couldn't care less. All I ask in return is their compliance. Otherwise, all disobedience shall be punished, without exception."

He then picked up a pen to sign his orders. He would have to get this to General Smauff, to dispatch that hit squad. The old commander must be asleep by now. He would have his aide send the signed orders in the morning.

As he did so, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Without thinking, the prince brushed it off.

"Don't touch me," he snarled, a hint of venom in his frosty voice. Turning around, he spotted an indescript male standing behind him. "I'm not gay."

"Oh, but the readers insist that we carry out the usual BL routine...you know, for the fujoshis reading this." The male leaned in closer. The prince suppressed a shudder, consciously aware of how handsome the male was. Those fine, golden curls that draped over his temples. The blue, piercing eyes that seemed to drill all the way into his heart. Reaching out, the young man cupped the prince's chin. "Allow us to provide them some service."

"I told you not to touch me!" the prince growled, slapping the man's hand away. An electric tingle seemed to run through his skin, and his cheeks grew heated. What is the matter with me? he wondered. To respond so...strangely to another man...

"You can't deny the feelings welling up inside you, can you?" the man smirked. "You can be the seme. I'll be the uke. I promise to be gentle...but since you're taking on the seme role, that should be your line."

"What in the nine hells are you talking about?!" the prince snapped, his ire rising.

Crash!

Both men spun around to stare at the door. A maid had stumbled in, the tray that was formerly in her hand having spilled to the floor. Fragments of china lay in a gradually expanding pool of tea.

"I'm sorry, your highness...I meant to serve you some tea. I thought it might help you this late at night. I didn't think...you would be...entertaining a guest."

"Amelia, this is all a misunderstanding," the prince said, dread crawling up his spine. "This is no guest. He's an intruder."

"Ara? After that short, heated exchange, am I still an intruder to you?"

"H...heated exchange?!" The maid was blushing furiously now. She quickly turned away. "I apologize for disturbing you, your highness! I...I will take my leave now!"

"A...Amelia! Wait!!!" The prince cried out, but it was too late. The maid was already hurrying away in the corridor, whispering to herself excitedly.

"So that's the prince's secret! I need to inform the others of this! I'm sure Lily will turn this into a great story! Who knows, if we post it on Webnovel, we might even get a contract...!"

"UGH!" The prince howled as he clasped his head in despair. "THAT IS NOT MY SECRET, YOU IDIOTIC MAID!"

He sighs as he finally got his maid to understand the situation and he hated the fact he had to explain anything to a low life but he had to or else the whole kingdom would've know as he walked down the corridor after he had his guards take away that weird male but how he couldn't stop thinking about what the male said as he shakes his head and walks into his room slamming the door with rage. Taking off his robe as he stood upon the bed side before laying looking up at the one thing that is his real secret as the curse showed up around the time he was eight... The curse of the first born in his family was only pass down from him as it was a curse of love and if he never found it he would die real soon but he tsked at the sight of love for he never really was a fan as he lifts his hand up seeing blood as he shot up looking at both hands as he closed his eyes and here them to his head as he shakes his head "This is not real" he repeated to himself as a touch graced along his face as his eyes shot open to nothing and his hands was clear and he looks around.

"I'm okay" he mutters as he really does need to sleep but after that he rather stay up as he looks over and out at the beautiful land he has and he goes sits on the window still and leans against the frame once he opened it as the blossoms fell to the ground and the breeze felt good as it played with his hair as he sighs and felt a bit dizzy as he gripped onto the frame and he gets up. The curse was really killing him as he shuts his window and walked back over to his bedside and sat as he blows out the candle hoping tomorrow he won't be disturb by anything but his work....

"Oh my dear " he heard as he looks up at the people that would help him become a king as the women had white hair and blue eyes as a little boy idea behind her skirts but Jeremiah didn't really care as he tsked.

"Don't just stand there, I need to learn and quick" he barked as the women clicks her tongue and looks at her son telling him to sit with Jeremiah as he sat down beside him and Jeremiah notice he had the same hair just like his mother and eyes too.

"What's your name?" he asked as the boy didn't look to younger than him.

The door open to a slight greeting as he rose and he looks at his maid servants and than down at his bed sheet for he had no clue what he had dreamed about as he slides to the side of the bed and held his head for the headaches was getting worse by the minute.