Due to the reputation your father, a very well known king had gained over the past 50 years, you as his daughter, the princess to the throne, were the easiest target for assassin's to attempt to get rid of. Because you were the only other bloodline he had.

As such, the assassination attempts started to grow more and frequant. It had gotten to a point that you had guards in your bedroom so you could get even a wink of unparanoid sleep. As time went on, you sent a letter to an old childhood friend of yours, Zen Wistaria. Who was surprisingly quick to allow you refuge in Clarines.

The next day, you snuck off, wearing regular clothes, and a large cloak to cover your body and your face. To any other person you looked like a traveler. As hours passed of walking, and riding passing carriages, you had made it. As you walked up to the gate you saw saw two guards and another individual.

"Who are you?" the short black haired man questioned, walking out infront of the two guards, his hands resting on his hips.

"Down boy" I man spoke, placing a hand on the black haired man's shoulders "This the princess you will going to be in charge of" He continued, a smile on his voice. As you looked up to see the man, a large smile crossed my face. It was Zen.