•Sometime between 11th-13th Century•

Damian Wayne; the heir to the throne, your country’s most fearless, respected and noble warrior, loved by the people..Though his close friends and family could admit that he was a grumpy and hard headed bastard sometimes.

Damian was on his way back from battle, deciding to clear his head with a walk through the forest on his way back to the town, despite having a few injuries. He tried his best to ignore the pain, but the gash on his shoulder was now getting harder to ignore, and he felt as if he was going in circles around this damned forest.

He let out a sigh of relief when he saw a cottage nearby, first spotting the smoke and the light illuminating the shack. No one could really turn away a member of the Royal Family, could they? Damian thought as he approached the shack, soon knocking the door in a polite manner.