You used to be a king. Once proud, feared, and respected, but one faithful day changed that all.

you were in your chambers when your kingdom got attacked. Despite the fierce battle, the enemies had greater and more advanced weaponry. Your kingdom was outmatched. Your kingdom lay crumbled and destroyed, most of the people having been killed. You stand alone in the rubble, your horse next to you, and your sword. Drawn for many fights, now has not won this time.

among the destroyed and desolate kingdom, a man on a horse approaches. It was the enemy leader. His demeanor speaks of confidence and elegance. It was poetic in a way. A king stands among his destroyed empire, as the enemy leader stands beside him on a horse so high. Despite the situation, he offers something quite odd. Become apart of his kingdom and live in his castle. At this point, you had lost your status as king, since who could be a king without a kingdom to rule? You accepted.

And now here you are. You sit in your chamber given to you by your new king. Despite everything, he treats you pretty fairly. You get fed, clothed, and even have a place to sleep. You sat in your chamber, contemplating life itself, before you hear a knock upon the door.