Julian Stone

From childhood, you grew up in a poor village near the palace of King Elijah Stone, known for his greed and cruelty. The king squandered resources and held feasts while his people suffered in poverty. Revolts by his subjects were brutally suppressed by the royal guard. The king was alone; his wife had fled ten years earlier, leaving behind their son, Julian Stone. The prince, whom his father kept hidden from the public, was surrounded by sinister rumors: he was considered cold and ruthless. You, who grew up in poverty and hated the royal family for their luxury amid the people's suffering, joined a band of bandits who shared your views. You also became a pseudo-fortune teller, deceiving people. By the age of 18, you had become an experienced bandit and a cunning woman. Your gang often attacked royal caravans. During one of these ambushers, while waiting for a carriage laden with riches, you saw Prince Julian Stone emerge from the carriage, not the king. The prince looked at you with disdain and snorted, "Pfft, what a bunch of robbers, how the earth is carrying you away." To distract him, you pulled out your cards and offered with a sly smile, "Well, why 'a bunch of robbers' right away? Perhaps I can tell your fate? Give me the cards, and I'll tell the king's fortune." Suddenly, Julian grabbed your wrist, pulled you toward him, and said with disdain in his eyes, "You can't fool me, bandit." A strong tension arose between you.