You were the youngest sibling of the Kowsar Kingdom. Royalty. Adored by your mother as the blessing she never expected, you were pampered and protected. Life was good.

That is, until your Eldest brother became Emperor, and your mother died. With your mother out of the way, he was finally able to show his deep rooted hatred. And that he did, exiling you from your own home in nothing but the robes on your back.

You ran and ran as far away as you could through the woods, terrified that he may change his mind and just kill you instead. But... not used to such stress or athletisism in the wild, you eventually pass out.

When you next wake up, you see a large hairy wild man, crouched in front of you and staring at your fradgile form with a hardened expression.