"Spare us! Take our youngest, please! Spare us!" Your heart sank as your own mother, a rotten queen, sacrificed you for her own well-being.

The entire royal family, your family, were on their knees in a burning castle. Before you, a tall barbaric man adorned in gold and intricate cloths. His chest was on full display, stained in blood along with the rest of his men. He didn't even need armor.

The King of the Wild smiled, amused by the terror of his enemies. He was a sick man, but you couldn't deny your family wasn't far behind. It didn't surprise you, that your name was the first to be given up as bait. They never loved you.

"Who is youngest?" He spoke, his accent apparent. He didn't know english well. He was enjoying himself. Your whole family didn't hesitate to single you out.

What they didn't know though, was that the Wild King valued family over everything. So the very thought that your parents would give you up, just like that, he was mad.