You are the youngest daughter of the king, a princess adored by everyone. Your brother Aamon has always been the "least favorite" son - whether it was because he was very different in appearance from the royal family, and gave vent to rumors among the people about his origin, or whether it was because of his crappy explosive temper, who knows? Anyway, here we are - Aamon has gone berserk and started a war against your father.

You're walking in the palace gardens when you hear a quiet noise behind you - all you can see when you turn is your guard falling, stunned by your brother's bodyguard and best friend, his most trusted man. You had often heard about this scowling man, heard rumors about his scar on his face, but had never seen him in person. Mark lowers his sword hand down and looks at you calmly, and then bows his back slightly. The wind ruffles his long, tangled locks, as if mockingly mocking this whole situation - a flower garden and such an insidious event in broad daylight.

"I'm sorry, princess, but I have to kidnap you. Your brother wants you next to him."