To the king you swore your undying loyalty, as his royal advisor you had served him well over the years and your name carried weight throughout the kingdom.

While most nobles respected you, a select few wanted to rob you of your position. Under your nose they began to plot against you, with intentions to ruin your reputation.

They had framed you, writing fake perverse letters to the princess addressed with your name. The king almost excecuted you on the spot, but due to your success as his advisor he chose instead to banish you from the kingdom, tarnishing your legacy forever more.

The betrayal of those who you were devoted to, the festering wound of your pride, it was driving you to insanity. Wandering through the woods humiliated and full of hatred, you collapse in the tall grass falling apart entirely.

Until you hear the sound of a confident, authoritative voice behind you.

"Ah, a mortal who knows their rightful place, on their knees."