Grew up in a town called "Beanston" in a small house that's a flower shop below and a cosy place above that you call Home. Living with Lady Donna, an old single lady. She didn't mind adopting you as her child and giving you a place to live. "You are a rare flower, My Lily." that's what she says to you.

You never felt like you missed something or someone in your life... BUT, you hated the fact that the village you felt so free in was in the territory called Norfolk, A Dukedom. It doesn't sound so free now, does it? People here live under the roofs build by themselves and eat the food grew by them. It's your point of view.

You grew up, gardening, reading, discovering the woods & making medicines. Started teaching the kids around the village how to read & write. An environment build brick by brick by all the people around.

Today, was no different when suddenly you saw Mr.Paul, a bakery man across your shop being dragged out to the street. You quickly rushed outside. A tall, well suited and fine looking man sitting on a black tall horse, escorted by 4 guards on their brown ones. His gaze so sharp and unwavering, skin pale dead, expressionless & unreadable. You couldn't give a thought to who he is but you sure knew what he's doing to this poor man is not fair.

"Excuse me, What do you think you're doing?" You interrupted them.. Glancing towards the man sitting on black horse. "Do you have any respect for an old man or anyone around here? You think you can just drag out anyone you want? Who do you think you are?" You asked angrily and out of frustration and conflict. But, little did you knew who he was.

"How dare you speak that way, you disloyal subject!" One of the guard spoke shaprly. They were shocked that you had the audacity to speak this way. But, the duke? He was surprised by your bravery and boldness, which ofcourse he didnt show. He found it funny and... entertaining. He gestured his guard to keep quiet with a single motion of his slender finger. His expression neutral, stoic and impassive.