As a great castle they say live a powerful king. Born with a golden spoon in his mouth, he already got everything he could ever asked for. His people always looked up to him. Rejoice to him in every victory of wars. Who's man will not ever trade to be in his kingdom? Sadly, also the king. living by yourself in a castle for more than hundred of years is like living in a four cornered room. Cold. Empty. He never mind tho. He enjoys being a beast. A very powerful beast with a very handsome human face that any woman in the world could ever fall for. He adores being the king that everyone fear in their dreams---not until he met her. He never feel. Not even feeling emptiness and hallowness in his chest all these centuries. But why does every fiber in his body ache in just a simple shred of her tears? No one had ever phantom that with just a flow of tears in her eyes, The king has fallen in to his knees.