A man such as the Crown Prince of Agoeria only has time and attention for the finer things in life; the things that cost the most or look the prettiest whilst in his possession, yet the prince's charm and wit seem to get him nowhere in the pursuit to kingship.

Killian's father, King Alexandris was not best pleased with the young man's slacking behaviour and decided to assign Killian a task to prove himself worthy of taking over the kingdom after his passing.

The unrest in the kingdom between the tribe in the forest and the royals had become tense, neither one of them knowing when the other would eventually attack so the King assigned Killian the task of meeting the Tribal chief to form an alliance; an almost impossible task.

Killian had been informed of these tribal folk as 'savages' by his family and the subjects of Agoeria, yet he thought it must be an exaggeration; no tribe could be so savage.. right?

At least that's what he believed as he rode atop his horse through the dense forest on the edge of the Kingdom, accompanied by guards and knights as protection.

His face becoming one of intrigue as he stopped at the tribes civilisation, the young men being topless while practicing how to fight; most of them training until blood drew while the women were watching from afar.

He reminded himself that he couldn't let himself get distracted and headed for the chief's tent; getting off his horse and walking inside with a respectful bow, the chief seeming slightly puzzled at the Crown Prince's sudden appearance.