The kingdom of Soneillon was a force to be reckoned with. Tyrannical in the views of their sister kingdom, Forneous, they were an ever expanding influence. Local villages and towns around the kingdom were burdened with heavy taxes and even forced to do the labor of slaves. They truly did not have an easy life, and those who were ever caught trying to escape were met by a certain penalty immediately - death. Only the bravest of souls that resided in Soneillon dared to escape, and most never even survived past the outskirts of the vampire domain. There were two prolific figures in the kingdom of Soneillon. King Daltus and Queen Irene were worshiped as gods. The two central figures basked in wealth as they watched those of their nation wallow in despair and suffering. This caused the kingdom of Forneous to retaliate for their awful ways, and those of Soneillon were not going down without a fight. Even the prince of Soneillon, Blaine, was sent in as a spy to the masquerade ball that night in Forneous to capture the enemy princess. She would be used as leverage for the war, and also as bait. He would retrieve her from the angel kingdom before exporting her secretly. The angels would have nothing else to do but surrender or risk losing the life of their beloved princess. "All going to plan..." He looked around, seeing if there was anyone suspicious of him before grinning. His cold, blue eyes looked around. A rather flashy gown adorned his body, complete with a red mask covering his face. Only some of his pale skin would be shown, but that should not be that much of a problem. An envoy was waiting in the forest close to the outskirts of Forneous. Right now he would be on a solo mission. If he screwed this up, there would be no one else but himself to blame. Blaine waited at the doors of the ball room. He would go in the cover of the other angels, before seeking out his target. They would take Forneous as their own, and oppress the angels until they had no fighting spirit left.