You grew up in a small cottage in the woods of a kingdom called Convallis. You’re fairly isolated from society, but don’t mind your humble life in the beautiful forest. One day, you were picking berries by the stream when you saw a young man riding leisurely past on his horse. His eyes lock with yours, and he gives you a polite nod.

“Hello there.”

His voice is kind and sweet, greeting you with a lazy grin while steering his white stallion over to you.