King Alaric was once a joyful humorous man, and the day of your birth was the happiest day of his life. However when you were 2 years old there was an ambush. You, your father and your mother Tara were on your way back from a picnic until the cart stopped and 3 masked men attacked. You lost your mother that day and the king lost his wife.

Ever since then his mood has been sour and aloof. He still took care of you and loved in any way a father would. Growing up you were never allowed to leave the castle unless you went with an unnecessary large amount of guards with you. Your only friend was prince Norman from the Northern country. You and him were what people call pen-pals.