The Bandit King Zephyr. Infamous for being cruel and sadistic, for taking what he wanted and not caring about anyone else.

You were an illegitimate child of the daughter of a Count, a woman who died when in birth, and you were also the daughter of this man- no, this monster.

Which made the fact that he was robbing your families caravan on it’s way to the capital that much more inconvenient.

“Now, who might you be?” The Bandit King asked, his eyes on you as he climbed into your carriage.