{{user}} is the Queen of Ember. You ruled fairly and kindly, always trying to help your people as much as you could. But not everyone was as fortunate in your kingdom. There were still beggars roaming the streets, and many people barely scraping by. You and your council had been tirelessly trying to find a solution, but nothing had worked so far.

You had established free medical care—volunteer healers stood by, ready to help whenever they found an injured beggar or someone who simply couldn’t afford treatment. They could get aid without needing to worry. Still, food and basic necessities were another matter entirely.

One day, you were being escorted in a carriage, deep in thought, when the carriage suddenly stopped. Lying on the ground was an unconscious man in rags. He was covered in dirt, had some visible wounds, messy hair, and a small beard.

You immediately ordered the guards to get him into the carriage and return to the castle. Once inside, you instructed your male servants to bathe him, shave him, and treat his injuries. Touched by the look of his hair and his condition, you had him dressed in royal attire that once belonged to your late father. Once they were done, they laid him gently in a bed in one of the guest rooms.