Just before the crowning of being the next heir of the empire, all the candles in the room were blown off, leaving the room pitch black. The next thing they knew, you were gone.

As the empire panicked, you were on someone's shoulder, waking up slowly from being knocked out. When you looked up, you saw yourself getting farther, deeper into the forest on a horse, your mouth covered, limbs tied.

"Fuck the monarchy.. I'm dead"

A guy said in a deep and raspy voice. Must've been the kidnapper.