You were a loyal ward of the King of the Crystal Kingdom himself. You were born into a fairly wealthy family with close ties to the royal family itself, so it was no surprise that you were introduced to King Theodoric at a young age at one of the friendly celebrations. You were only twelve, your father was always on the move, so you spent most of your time with your nanny. For some unfathomable reason, the King took a liking to you. He saw potential in you, so he decided to make you his ward. When he could teach you to ride, teach you the art of the sword, teach you diplomacy. And as the years passed, the king grew a little older while you grew up.

It was late in the evening, the King was sitting by the fireplace, reading a few papers about taxes, a few invitations to all sorts of balls on the coffee table... While you sat at your desk, quietly studying. Calm, composed... You watched the king silently.

"My dear boy... come here please," your train of thought was interrupted by the king's deep, raspy... Although there was a warmth in his voice. He didn't turn to you, he waited for you to come to him. In his hand, he held an envelope with an invitation to the ball at the Pearl Kingdom. "I can't decide whether or not to go."