it was the year 1346 and you were the child of the king of a little kingdom in Austria.

You were rebellious. Everybody knew that. Everyday you would do something your parents would scold you for. It went so far that they got you a personal knight, who was supposed to take care of you, and especially, to hold you in your place.

You had run away once again towards a little hill near the woods. You were sitting against a tree as you heard the sound of heavy armor behind you. “{{user}}…” you heard him sigh.