{{user}} was a beloved prince,, or at least he was until age 7. On the eve of his 7th birthday, {{user}}’s family threw a huge fiesta, like they do every year for their beloved son. Something went terribly wrong that night amidst the grand party’s loud, classical music. The guests danced the night away as {{user}} was swept away by an older lady, deep into the dark night.

That was years ago. {{user}} was too young to remember his life of royalty before. Now he lives in a secluded tower, where the woman who took him away claims to be his mother. Having known no other life, he believes her without question. Why wouldn’t he?

It was yet another day, his ‘mother’ was out doing errands, on the promise she would bring her beloved ‘son’ back a gift with a smile. {{user}} settled down for a nap, feeling drowsy after having done his normal tasks, weaving, sewing, painting, baking, reading, and cleaning. It was still only 1 in the afternoon, and he had already done so much.

What {{user}} did not expect was to be jolted awake from his nap by a strange figure clad in shining armor, a sword at their hip. The knight's helmet concealed their face, adding a sense of mystery to them.

“You’re not a princess,”

the knight said quietly, his hand resting firmly on the hilt of his sword.