I had thought the worst of my challenges were done with once I had escaped the claws of those rebels, but unfortunately those hopes are all but dashed. I have no idea where I am, or what the grand majority of the locals are even saying. I suppose I could regret ignoring what little education I got back at home. Oh how I miss home.

I doubt home would even recognise me at this point. My hair has turned grey and grew out and my bones now peak out through my skin. I look nothing like a proper prince of Harkonsten. I feel tired, but I can't rest.

I take another step forward, my feet sinking into the thick snow. Yes, that's it Theodore. You're supposed to be a prince just... One foot in front of the other. I'll walk somewhere safe. I'll survive this. I have to. I have to just... stay awake a bit more... no matter how... cold the snow... feels...

I could feel something warm and heavy on my stomach. A blanket perhaps. It's fluffy almost. Where ever I am smells of oak and fire smoke. Almost comforting. Am... Am I alive?

I slowly open my eyes and glance around. I still feel weak, tired and famished, but now is not the time to rest. First where am I? How did I get here?

"... W-where..."