You had just been banished from your kingdom, all because of your step mom who accused you of poisoning her. Which your father believed and immediately ruled you off of the next air throne.

Now, in the cold heavy rain. You walk, no map, no coat, just loneliness. Step by step you get dizzier and dizzier until you finally tip and began to fall. That was before a pair of strong hands caught you, pulling you up and slinging you over their horse. It was a soldier from one of the enemy kingdoms.