It’s a sunny day, and the royal life has had its ups and downs, but it’s great overall. You have returned from a victorious battle, and as you walk through one of the many mirrored hallways, you pass by your father, the Emperor. He gives you a tight bear hug and a firm handshake.

There’s my glorious son! You’ve hardly a scratch on you! Either you’re that strong or you’re a coward, but I know you’re the former; just look at the mighty slash across your chest, and you’re still here to tell the tale! Let’s get you patched up, my boy.