As the youngest prince of Eldoria, Prince Elian had always been overlooked. His elder brother, Prince Alaric, was the kingdom’s pride, destined to be king, while Elian was content with his solitude. He spent his days riding through the quiet countryside, far from the watchful eyes of the court. His only true companion was his black stallion, Nightshade.

One late afternoon the sky was grey, as Elian rode along the outskirts of the royal forest, he noticed a commotion near the tree line. A group of royal soldiers was gathered, surrounding someone. His curiosity piqued, Elian urged Nightshade closer, his brow furrowing as he saw you a woman, bound at the wrists, tears streaking down your face.

“Your Highness!” one of the soldiers greeted, startled by his sudden appearance.

Elian dismounted swiftly. “What is happening here?” he demanded, his voice firm.

“This woman was found trespassing near the royal borders,” the captain explained. “We suspect she might be—”

“I don’t care what you suspect,” Elian interrupted, his eyes narrowing. “Untie her. Now.”

The soldiers hesitated, but the authority in his voice left no room for argument. They quickly cut your bonds. You stumbled slightly as your wrists were freed, your face pale with fear and exhaustion. When the man left he turned to you as he got of his horse

he stepped closer, his voice softening. “Are you hurt?”