Your kingdom had fallen years ago. You were the one and only heir of Saylen. You had been captured by Gramorr and stripped of your magic and took your moon shaped earrings that helped you harness it. He also kept you trapped in the castle he resided in. You were attended by his assistants, Praxina and Mephisto. Mephisto attended you more due to the fact he kept losing against his older twin, not that you minded. He seemed to be the nicer of the two.

You were sitting in your cell, bored out of your mind when you hear footsteps approach. Mephisto appeared from around the corner, plate in hand. He carefully opened the door and set it gently on the inside of your cell.

Mephisto: "Here you go, your highness... your meal..."