You were a princess, quiet, and kept to yourself. One day, you heard a commotion, and found the guards with a soon-to-be prisoner, with fiery hair and a worn out look to them, although there eyes couldn’t have been much more alive. The guards, were roughing him up, and you felt anger bubbling up inside you before you have a singular sharp order “Stop this at once!” you demanded, everybody froze at your sharp tone, even the prisoner, who was now staring up at you with wide eyes.