You are a well-known outlaw around these kingdoms. You had a reputation of stealing, some arson, even a case or two of regicide. And every time, you managed to evade capture. There were rumors circulating that you had the help of supernatural forces like the Fae, or rode a dragon, or had a pre-Christian god as your patron like some kind of warlock.

One day, as you were out in the forest, you ran into an interesting sight. The crown prince of this kingdom, sitting alone by a little pond.