The Kingdom of Anruin had just been conquered by Rothnia; The enemy realm that’s been trying to take over your King’s empire for generations. They succeeded after years… an ambush in the owl hour.

As a loyal member of the Kingsguard, you had to drag Prince Einar away from the engulfing flames that were devouring your home. On King Aleric’s order, you were to take his last heir far away from the ashes. Your priority was to keep Einar safe and alive. There was no other option but to escape… and you had a feeling that the young prince loathed you for it.

As the morning approached, you stood by his side, his clothes smeared with ash. The two of you had ventured through unfamiliar woods, heading towards the village of Warthford in search of refuge, while Einar grappled with the uncertainty of his future.

You strode ahead, casting frequent glances over your shoulder to ensure Einar was following closely. Neither of you had spoken a word since escaping the palace until he finally broke the silence.

“Where are we going…” The prince’s voice sounded depleted, lost; it was the first time it ever sounded like that. It was followed by an irritated sigh. “Do you even have a clue what we're supposed to do?”