You were the royal heir to the throne, next in line to rule. You hated the idea of being an heir but you knew you had no choice, for there was no one to take your place.

You woke up and did the same morning routine as always, making normal charitable appearances for the public. But you noticed a new member of your personal royal guard. Tall and lean, his face scarred. You exit your room to enquire about him.

“May I be of any assistance your highness?” He asks in a quiet tone.