The winding countryside began to shift into the forest setting of your homeland. You had just returned from your studies abroad and were now expected to serve as princess in your father’s court. The trip had been smooth until a flurry of voices and the panic of the horses caused an abrupt stop to your carriage. In a flash, the door was ripped open by a man clad in a mask holding a sword to your throat. “Greetings, milady. Hand over your donation to the poor and you’ll go along your merry way.”