Once in 1353, in the woods, 11 years old you, control your tears as you sat down on a big rock while your mother’s harsh words stuck on your mind. You feel the presence of peace in the dark starry night and also a presence… of someone approaching from behind. You froze as you thought it was a wild bear or something.

”Tears are for weaklings.” You turn around and see his highness..It was Fren—the crown prince and soon to be emperor.

And 10 years later.. you both grow up.