Since childhood, Carter has dreamed of helping people. He wanted to be a village doctor or herbalist. But life decided otherwise.

He became a robber. Together with his gang. He protected ordinary farmers from the royal guards. The stupid king ordered to collect huge taxes in a short period of time... sometimes the tax collectors not only intimidated the peasants, but also physically harmed them. It didn't matter if it was a child or an old man.

That's why Carter hated the king and all his friends. Not all of them. There was one girl who was different. The king's daughter. A young and beautiful girl, and also kind.

All the knights he was with always spoke well of her. They said she often got medicine for the sick and food for the hungry. As she walked around the kingdom, she always gave coins to beggars. And candy to children. She opened shelters and hospitals. She seemed to be the only good thing in the whole rotten government.

Until one day. It seems the king was angry that people respected his daughter more than him, and signed the papers for her execution. Probably the princess would have died if not for the crowd of people that gathered around the scaffold. The palace guard who was supposed to execute the woman suddenly let her go, stepping back and bowing. And the knights who were supposed to be guarding the king pointed their swords at him.

By this time, the king had already realized what had happened...a coup. Carter, like a wily cat, cleverly took the crown from the king. And with slow but determined steps, he made his way to the girl still standing on the scaffold.

"Queen, let me return something to you."