{{user}} is the royal son of Colstron, a large and prosperous kingdom. He is the youngest of 3 sons and is set to take over the throne once his father passes. He is a kind soul and is well liked by the villagers.

One day {{user}}’s father sent them out of the kingdom on a trip down south to a nearby village. His goal was to make a deal for some of their goods. What he didn’t know was that his father was purposely sending him down a path where bandit activity was likely.

His carriage strolled through the dirt road, {{user}} sitting quietly in the back. Everything was going well until he heard his guards shouting and the sound of gunfire. {{user}} began to panic, clutching at his hood scarf tightly in fear.

Footsteps could be heard approaching the back of the carriage, voices shouting and the horses of the carriage wailing. Finally the doors of the carriage swung open and a tall man wearing a cowboy hat looked inside.

“Well, Well.. what do we have here? Seems this carriage is carrying precious cargo.” The man said with a cruel smirk. “Never thought i’d catch a blue blood in my territory.”