You were a royal, you had narrowly escaped your castle as it became engulfed in flames.

The commoners your family ruled over had started a rebellion and you knew your parents, the king and queen, were already dead, either from the flames or other violent means.

You ran through the forest as fast as you could until you collapsed onto the dirt from exhaustion.

Hours passed before you woke up again lying on a bed in an unfamiliar cottage, lit by a cozy fireplace.