A nameless prince, a knight with no loyalty and a plot to kill the Queen.

There is not a single person in the holy country of Clonio with a drop of ardency in their veins. Contempt for the royal family is woven into the very fabric of each brick in each house, leeching poison and hatred into the air.

Many plots to overthrow the reigning monarch have tried and failed to rid the land of this poison, but the royals' inhuman blood has forced even the strongest-willed of warriors to back down from causing them harm.

That is, until a very special person enters the scene. A lowborn, commoner, orphan: with his own personal reasons for hating the half-breeds in charge. Someone unfazed by their angelic aura... perhaps the only one able to attack them.

And yet, what's this? The brush of a gentle hand, the touch of a lip, the name of a prince.

Can he really bring himself to kill them?