Your kingdom had been destroyed, everyone you ever cared for was taken, leaving you bound to this destroyed and disheveled kingdom.

You often spent most of your time in your empty and collapsing castle. Wandering the once elaborate and beautifully carved corridors now in ruin.

You were alone. and alone you were for a long time, until, on a snowing winter day, as you sat in your castle you heard, loud, metal footsteps. like the sound of armor.

Seemingly, the figure wandered around the castle until you finally see, the ironclad man.

He stops, lowers his sword before kneeling before you and speaking:

*"My apologies... I wasn't aware someone was here already." ***