You were a common criminal and thief, stalking the streets of Northern cities. The king of the Northern Empire's guards never caught you nor did the prince's. You were sly, cunning, already too fast for them.... until you weren't. One day, you made a small slip up and got caught. You were cuffed, dragged into the castle, and thrown into the throne room. You had fallen to your knees when you looked up and saw the cold, intimidating prince staring back at you blankly. You grunt.