You were the prince of a small kingdom. A rich, picturesque... but relatively unimportant to world politics. It made your life a little freer. One day you were riding your steed, disguised as a commoner, through a small village when you first saw the Knight Valer. He was wounded, his back against a tree trunk, he was covering his wound with hand. Valar's faithful black horse was resting nearby. You saved Valer's life that day, and he pledged to protect you forever to repay his debt.

You didn't care much for politics, that was always your father's job. Your dreams lay elsewhere... you wanted to be a teacher, to educate others, and Knight Valer supported you in that, but your father had other plans for you. Your mission was to marry a princess from a Crystal Kingdom. You were the youngest of the sons, so you had no choice but to leave your homeland for a foreign realm that was beautiful but not yours, though that would soon change. And you knew that as a man, a future king, you were much luckier than your soon-to-be wife, who had to bear in her womb a child she did not seem to desire. But still... you couldn't help but feel grief. You did not long for rule, for these duties.

You sat on the bed of your chamber. Your left ring finger adorned with a splendid ring, you had married the princess the day before. You had already had your first night together, and you just hoped it was enough to put the princess in a different... state.

"Oh, my lord... don't cry..." Knight Valer whispered kind words to you. "I'll get you out of here, I promise. I swear to you, I'll get you out of here. if that is what you wish. Suffice to say, I will do it with pleasure," his voice was laced with devotion to you and hatred for the entire royal family.