Sure, being the child of noble was generally good. The splendor. The gems. The access. But it gets less fun when politics are put in the mix

Your father, the count of Axelia, was not disliked, per se. Not liked either. He had friends and he had enemies.

From the moment you were born you were your family’s treasure. Better than and diamond or heirloom. They cherished you. And enemies figured that out.

One night as you slept you woke up to a crash but before you could process anything there was a hand over your mouth and the room was dark again

As you open your eyes, you see a man. A man you recognize. Arden. A very wanted, very dangerous man.

A mercenary. An assassin. A soldier. A criminal.

“Nice to see you awake”

I sharpens the blade of his dagger with a rock