It's been more than a year since we last saw the small white monster. It all started when Princess Brat met Dashing Prince. Dashing Prince, being what he is, swept Princess Brat off her feet with his extraordinary good looks, charm, seemingly gentle demeanor and a stable-full of sleek horses. They spent plenty of time strolling through the fertile countryside, happily skipping through the fields of gold, oblivious to the calls of those around them.
After some time, Dashing Prince fell ill with a sickness they called in those days as "the wandering eye". This mysterious malady caused him be listless for hours on end, gazing out the window, eyes wandering over at the nearby field of flowers and smelling the aroma of the blossoming fields. Much to the dismay of Princess Brat, nothing she could do could bring back the Dashing Prince she knew. He's physically there but his mind, his soul isn't. She tearfully watched while the man she loves silently slipped away. Princess Brat later found out that her apron strings are already tied to another being and she cautiously broke the news to Dashing Prince, hoping to bring back even a fragment of the wonderful man she loved. In response, Dashing Prince tore his gaze away from the blossoming fields and trained his glazed, empty eyes upon Princess Brat. He stood up and begun to walk in circles around the princess, muttering a barely audible incantation. Princess Brat, paralyzed with shock on the manic actions of her prince, could only stare open-mouthed while Dashing Prince finished his activity. Little did she know that any soulless man is now like an empty vessel for itinerant spirits watching and waiting to spring on a "vessel" once they see that it's empty. Unfortunately, an unsavory spirit has occupied Dashing Prince's body and the incantation that the prince muttered invoked a deadly demon, a white monster with an unsatiable hunger to rip away beings from apron strings, no matter how tightly they are tied. The poor princess sat defenseless as the white monster started its deadly dance, coaxing the beautiful being from Princess Brat's apron strings.
To make a long story short, Princess Brat's child was violently ripped away from her body by the white monster, life literally flowing from within her. Fortunately, Princess Brat's guardian angels saved her from her harrowing ordeal with the white monster, but nothing could be done about the child, I'm sorry to say. Now, the dreadful white demon is making its presence felt again, invoked by another soulless bloke and ready to victimize Duchess, hovering at the sidelines waiting for the perfect opportunity to sink its well-sharpened talons on another innocent flesh.
Let's just hope that the story ends differently this time.