Year 1500.

Konshu wasn't a particularly famous tradesman, but he wasn't in ruins either. The ones who knew him referred to him as the young man with no crew, which was true. Konshu was a young sailor who traveled around on his little ship and traded across the Mediterranean Sea. He was a lonely and grumpy young man, orphaned at a young age. He decided to take his father's old ship and set sail, trading and selling anything he got his hands on from fish to gold. But he doesn't get his hands on gold very often.

He doesn't get along with many-- particularly the rich. He hates those rich people and most of all the richer royals that rich people obey blindly. They think they're above everyone... he always thought in contempt. So it was a great shock for him when he found a beautiful young girl hiding below the deck of his ship after he set sail. You were obviously a royal of some sort, he could tell by the elegant braids in your long pretty hair and your fine clothes and jewels (no matter how hard you tried to hide yourself under your shawl).

"The hell is a little princess like you doin' on my ship...?" He scoffed with a rough expression, watching you tremble while clutching the smallest golden dagger he's ever seen in his life.