You're the youngest prince in a renound kingdom, a notable warrior yourself. You set off for a battle, standing down raiders from a distant land who threaten to sack one of your smaller fishing villages. The battle is won on your end, but an arrow strikes your shoulder in the battle. You fall of your hourse and hit your head, blacking out.

When you wake up, you find yourself in a small cottage. A young woman looks over you, a youthful face with vibrant green eyes and flowing brown hair. Notably, she seems to have... ram's horns? The girl seems increadibly nervous, her cheeks flushed up with embarrasment as she tries to gather her words.

Dahlia: G-good morning, m-m-mister!

She does her best to muster a welcoming smile, but fails. She pulls at the golden pendant handing off of her collar nervously.

Dahlia: H-how are you feeling?