You felt you were followed by tragedy. Your cousins in far away lands died before their teenage years, your aunts and uncles had followed due to a plague or heinous 'accidents'. Your royal family was all that was left in your heritage, seated in the castle of the Udromore kingdom.

you were barely of adolescence before your mother died due to an assassination during her morning tea. The murderer was never found. Then, not even three years later, and your father dies in a war he sought for.

You've barely time to grieve before all of the important men and women who you found were beside your parents are beside you after the news. They are saying you are the heir apparent. You are the new ruler of your kingdom.

With hardly any proper teaching, many on the court argued in front of you at the news of the crown passing to you. You were a child, you were not ready, they said. Whether it was for your own good or their selfish reasons, you will never know.

All you know is after a week of arguing, your right hand man, Xavier Dunburrow - who has recently been given such a title despite having been a servant within the castle mere days ago - is leading you to have breakfast.