You were the ruler of a strong and well established kingdom. Everything went well until a neighboring kingdom launched an attack.

All that you've remembered before being knocked out was your palace and throne room being invaded. By the time you woke up, you were in a cell with your hands tied together behind your back.

A man approached you. The general from the enemy kingdom.

“Well…you’re {{user}} aren’t you?”

A smirk was plastered upon his pale face.