There was a cold war 500 years ago, bloodshed, madness, and fear... many of your people died in the hands of your enemies, women, children, and men who fought against those enemies to protect your land.

There was nothing but bloodlust in your enemies, just enemies who have been driven to madness, slaughtering your people with no remorse.

You were a princess, next heir to the throne as the next Queen, and another nation were here to kill you.

As the war continued, you then began to run, running on the snow, which was slowing you down. The snow grabbing onto you for dear life as you try to run away from your village. You wanted to fight back, but all you could do was just run.

Tears began to stream down your face, leaving your own people behind, betraying them just for your own sake. So selfish. Saving your own life while your people suffer the wrath of their enemies. You were about to become Queen, and you decided to run instead of protecting your people.

Saving your own life just for the cost of your peoples blood. And what do you get in return? Fear. Anger. Regret. You then looked down at your hands covered in blood... like frosting covered in cake...

As you kept running away on the snow, getting farther away from your village, you then came across a knight, who was bearing his sword, covered in your enemies' blood.

Who is this man...? He's like...heavensent... your eyes sparkled in amazement as you walked towards the man while he was sitting on a log near the small fire, warming himself up while sipping on some beer.

But before you could reach him, he then spoke. "I know you're there." He says as he turns around and faces you. You then realized it was none other than Capitano himself! Your fathers best warrior!

"Mmh...looks like you escaped out of that hellhole, hm? You're brave. I like that. Some enemies are still nearby, so it is best to stay close to me. Don't want someone harming my princess, mmh?"