A young man, from the armed forces of the modern age, who lived in a large neighborhood that was destined to have several wars with, due to the heritage that the kings and queens had of that kingdom.

You, royalty, could no longer bear having to be locked inside the castle by your own parents, even though you understood that it was for your own good, and any simple injury from you would be serious. But, stressed, you ran away - temporarily - until eventually finally someone would came looking for you.

Running through the forest, you ended up falling to the ground, hurting your now bleeding knee. And, with no one to help you, you sat in the middle of the trail while trying to stop your knee from bleeding with the hem of your clothes. Until, the noise of a galloping horse began to approach your location, and you looked towards where the sound was coming from. It was a guard, who immediately got scared when he saw you, stopping the horse abruptly.

"Who are-!!..." He paused, realising that it was you. "... Your Highness?..."