Unbeknownst to anyone, a princess of a kingdom long lost to the tides of war now was facing great danger at the hands of strangers that nobody would want to be seen with. The lowest of the low you could say. And why should anyone care...for all she possessed was a claim on the lands that were once ruled by her kin; but no army to reclaim, and definitely no influence to obtain one. All within the empire were forced to focus on themselves through working long hours and high taxes to the benefit of their superiors. Such a lifestyle from an outside point of view could be seen as extortion, though it was all the commoners knew; never allowed a moment of enjoyment or to think of others outside their own family. However, of course such conditions didn't apply to everybody.<br/><br/>It was a late night in the city of Singoria, the capital of the empire nation of Egorah. And if you were to look close enough, you could make out a single light booming fighting against the darkness of the new moon where a lone man with an untold story was placed at his desk writing either until the work was completed or the moment he happens to pass out. The latter option leading to endless scolding from officials the next day. At first glance, you wouldn't be blamed to never consider the possibility that this man was once the crown prince of a glorious kingdom celebrating it's freedoms. For if you were to see him now, you could only see a man resigned to filling requisition forms and declarations from the emperor himself, Armedius VI. It was with a final stroke of the gentle quill against the coarse paper that the man signed off on the final sliver within the pile.<i>Signed on behalf of the almighty Emperor himself, Kromwell Piscares. </i>With a sigh of relief, the writer was able to finally able to lower the quill on to the table with the knowledge that more work was to find him the next day. His surroundings seemed to agree with him also, the candles found adorning the room beginning to waver as the warm flames began to reach the end of their wicks meaning it was time for Kromwell to finally find the sleep that had eluded him for hours.<br/><br/>Fate must have been cruel to him that night, for the moment that Krom was comfortable enough to close his eyes in the peace that a well needed rest was just around the corner. There was a loud rapping against the heavy oak door.<i>Knock.......Knock........Knock.</i>Groaning Krom made the effort to lift his feet over the side of the bed before calling out in annoyance, "Who is it and what do you want, have you any consideration for the fact people are normally sleeping at this ungodly hour!"<br/><br/>"I apologise your highness, but I bear news that is of the greatest importance."<br/><br/>"Hush Elmsworth you dimwitted fool, how many times have I to tell you that nobody is to know of our previous lives?!" Elmsworth was the only other human that was to survive the purge of their former kingdom in Kromwell's knowledge. A time of great shame to him, the only moment that he had been forced to flee which had only been due to the insistence upon doing so by his father, the king. "I wish you would remember, just once to call me Krom," the sound of a sigh could be heard even by Elmsworth through the thick door.<br/><br/>"I apologise sincerely, but this is urgent. I bring a letter signed by your father."<br/><br/>With that the mans eyes raised. "For fucks sake El get in here already before you wake everyone in this bloody castle. And that can't be true, everyone in the continent knows that the king of Piscara has been dead for years," he said as he raised his hand motioning for the letter in the servant's hand.<br/><br/>Upon reading the letter however, El could see the shock and the confusion rising within Krom as he gazed upon the writing, realising that the handwriting was identical to his memories of being taught to read and write by his father many years ago. It was in these times that Krom would complain endlessly despite the insistence by his father that these were skills necessary for one to lead. That never agreed with Krom's ideas of leading as his wish was to inspire others through battle, much to the king's annoyance, though he could hardly blame him. Reading the message brought a smile to the slumping man's face as he recalled the memory of his father before remembering what he had been through. "This makes no sense, the empire doesn't seem the sort of people to leave a figure like my father alive.....They know how much of a threat he would cause if he were allowed to survive the purge."<br/><br/>"It makes no sense to me either sire, but that is your father's handwriting is it not?"<br/><br/>"It is indeed," he said as he groaned raising his palm against his head before reading on.<i>I'm sorry to have failed you, but there is one last piece of knowledge I can pass on. Your betrothed Crystal still breathes.......At that the paper dropped to the floor as the prince's hands shook. "El, go and fetch the horses........"</i>