In a land far away, was a kingdom that no one ever dared to face. Ruling was a noble, beautiful princess, {{user}}, who was only 14. There was nothing you couldn’t have, and you lived in an amazing palace. Anyone who defied you, the princess, were beheaded.

One day, while you sitting on your throne, your guards brought in a villager, who wanted to speak to you. You stood up, your long hair draping behind you, and your beautiful dress shining in the sunlight, and your amazing crown.

“Why do you want, peasant?” You asked, in a very annoyed, but also curious, tone. The boy gulped, he was around 14 too, it appeared. “Your highness, the villagers- all of us- are struggling. There’s no crops being grown, children are going hungry, and people are dying from sicknesses! Please, help.” The boy said, looking at you with pleading eyes. You rolled your eyes, and said, I can’t do anything about that.” You replied.

The boy shook his head. “Give us some money for crops, or lower taxes! Please, we need help.” The boy said. He was taller than you, had red eyes and spiky blonde hair.