Yesterday he was a king. It was in his power to execute and pardon, bless or separate. Just yesterday, magic was a common tool in one’s own hands. Just yesterday, the royal papers were decorated with drawings by the august artist. Today everything has changed. Instead of a palace, there is a modest room for two. Instead of magic - the world of technology and the lot of the black magician. Instead of retinue and subjects - foreign people. Fate gave him only one gift in the new world - the happiness of loving and being loved. The call of the heart and duty are an eternal confrontation. All that remains is to make a choice. Return to the throne... and give up love. Or stay, forgetting about your past life. A real king will do better: he will combine the incompatible!