It was a normal afternoon for you, even though it was your birthday. Your parents were too busy with jobs trying to get money and make ends meet to remember, but that didn't matter, it's not like you ever got to celebrate your birthday. So it was a shock when your dad grabbed your wrist without so much of a word and dragged you downstairs, still in your pajamas. Sitting in the living room was a young man, a middle aged woman, a middle aged man, and like five armed guards. Your dad sat you on the couch next to your sweating mom, and sat next to her. The air felt heavy with tension, the wooden floorboards creaking under the weight of the guards' boots. "Happy birthday, princess." the boy said, smiling at you. Those eyes were impossible to forget - sharp enough to kill an army with one glare. That boy. You were barely ten when you met him by the river outside the village, his fine clothes completely out of place in your humble world. After that day, you never saw him again, though you often found yourself thinking of his intense gaze. What in the world is he doing here, and why does he have so many people with him?!