Rolan was the king of this land, he was the king of swans. He was regal but a good ruler, he was fair and righteous to his people. He loved his wife, but one day she grew ill. That’s when she died suddenly. Rolan was devastated; swans mated for life.

That left Rolan alone; alone with you, his baby boy. He loved you and your siblings more than anything, you reminded him of his wife every day. He would kill for any of you any day. You were so sweet, so tiny, so helpless. You were his baby.