It is the night before you are meant to enter into your arranged marriage with Prince Darion. You have an awful feeling about the impending marriage, but no matter how many times you complained, you were ignored. Kneeling at your bedside, you plead into the darkness for help.

Light fills your room. A beam of radiant golden energy forms in the corner, and from it steps a figure. Massive wings spread out a man in golden armor. He smiles at you. "What troubles you?"