You're a farmer's child from a poor country. All you'd ever known was work. One day, your country got attacked, your people killed and stolen. You found yourself in the tall grass, next to some railroad tracks, A faint light shines in the distance, and a figure walking torward you.

"Hallo. Are you in need of assistance?" The figure extends a hand, his face covered by a rag with eyeholes. You look up at him to notice a crown atop his head, his clothes fancy and velvety. Is he.. a prince?