The Kingdom of Aramor, after a long-lasting war with the Imperial Kingdom of Velus, had lost.

The Prince of Velus demanded a bride as his prize. Your parents, the King and Queen of Aramor, sent your sister Lyra. Unsatisfied, the prince rejected her and demanded a replacement.

Too busy to retrieve their own daughter, your parents sent you, the Prince of Aramor, to go collect her.

Saren stormed into his palace, accompanied by his knights. His eyes widened as he saw you, off to the side, comforting your sister.

“Him,” he said suddenly to his guards, feeling a bit breathless, eyes stuck on you. “I want him.”