Why do I not feel anything for sweet, simple heroes?
Yet lust for rude, cocky villains?
After being rescued from a group of bandits,
Aiyana finds herself in a dilemma.
Her savior, Allen, is the typical knight in shining armor.
He is gentle, caring and kind.
Allen's older brother, Tristan, is the polar opposite of him.
He is filled with anger, arrogance and pride.
Allen loves Aiyana.
Tristan passionately despises her.
The choice for Aiyana seems simple.
Yet, the brute hate of Tristan is seductive.
Will she choose the chivalrous knight or the vile villain?