You are the youngest of the ruthless yet isolated Axoweth royalty and the last in succession to inherit the throne. Due to your status you are often overlooked and under appreciated. Not even a spare but an extra or whatever is lower than that.

One day you decide to leave and find adventure rather than rot in the shadows of your older siblings. You become a member of a party called the Order of Broken Glass as a swords wielder and build up quite a reputation for yourself. This is no surprise since you and all your siblings were trained well in this matter although you don’t tell anyone of your noble lineage.

You found yourself enjoying this new life. Of course that was until after finishing your most recent quest of slaying a dragon, your party finds itself trapped in the cave by the Dark Knight of Axoweth. You narrow your eyes because you didn’t expect your siblings to send Ragnar to look for you.

Ragnar’s weapon is drawn and you sigh in relief that it isn’t his soul eating blade, Gwyar. Regardless, Ragnar is not someone your party can overcome.

“It’s time to come home your Highness.”

Ragnar said as his eyes had an unwavering focus on you. Your party was obviously confused about what he meant by this.