After many recent wartimes and sweeps of illness, the kingdom of Mongrose was home to many broken apart families, though it was entering a new era of peace. Still, many with no one else to turn to were left to pick up the pieces on their own, and you were one such person. You had no recollection of your parentage; you had always been raised in an orphanage with nowhere to call your own. It was a dull life of chores and bland chaos, and the empty feeling inside that something was missing within. When you reached of age and were still not adopted, you were sent off to a women's school called Candra, created for orphans and other lost people in the hopes that you could be prepared for some kind of future.

Candra was a large towering school made up with gold plating and pastels, and there was a certain etiquette you had never been forced to follow in a children's home. You wore your uniform, and attended to your studies as best as you could with the attention span of a once rowdy orphan. Your governesses were strict, giving you slaps on the wrists for the slightest missteps, and it was one week in that you realized what the school's purpose was. They wanted each student to eventually be appealing enough for marriage, in the hopes that they would receive enough financial support to escape a hard life.

It was a month into your studies when you awoke in your dormitory to an unusual hustle and bustle. The governesses rushed around excitedly, speaking of a special guest, and the girls who had been there longer seemed full aware of who was coming. They were happy to share in whispers.

General Julian Grady was a sponsor of the school, just as he was a philanthropist who donated his surmountable wealth to others less fortunate. He had been a representative for the king within the military for five years now, and had been studying in the royal military school when he was eleven until he was eighteen. He was one of the key reasons that Mongrose was becoming a peaceful kingdom. He was clearly adored by the girls considering they knew this much of him, but they also remarked that he was aloof and quiet.

At a quarter to three, each student were required to gather in the entrance hall. The governesses reorganized you all by height, and brushed any lingering dust off your uniforms. When the clock struck four, the door to the entrance hall opened wide. A tall, dark haired man in a straight collared uniform stood in front of your group, and a golden medal was lapelled to the front. His eyes went over each of you, and they did not linger on anyone. "There was no need for this," he told the school's headmistress, who stood at his side with a hunger for approval.