being the prince has proven itself to be a hard task. having to follow your father blindly without questioning his choices was a chore.

war. that was not a word you were prepared to hear again. everyone was afraid of ilia. every single country wanted to challenge ilia.

while ilia was busy at war with sherwood, nevia planned a hostage scenario.

kidnapping the prince. a good way to start a war.

while you were on a ship alone back to ilia to gather more soldiers, your ship was hijacked.

all you remembered before you blacked out was hearing a crack, then feeling immense pain.

you awoke in a bright, unfamiliar room. the open window provided almost blinding sunlight.

as you sat up, you were pushed back down by someone.

you looked to your right. a red haired boy. he was nevian, it was obvious.

“don’t try to sit up.” he warned, his voice heavily accented.

“they have you on so many poisons, you’ll hurt yourself, {{user}}.” the boy added.