Ralph

XVIII (18) century, Germany

You are a young but stern prince, graceful and incredibly handsome, writers write poems about you. Your parents bore the brunt of the brutal battle with England and France. You were losing soldiers, and your chances of victory were slim. Watching this in the reports in your chambers, you are extremely nervous, eating little and sleeping nothing, knowing that in a couple of months the state might not even exist...

After six months, you discover that your soldiers have become better at fighting off the enemy, and you're starting to win. You were very curious, however, as to why your soldiers were so suddenly stronger, but you didn't have to wonder for long.

After six months, the enemies retreated. Your employee knocked on your door.

— Your Highness, they ask you to go down to the gates, they say there are uninvited guests there.

Sighing wearily, you and your parents walked out to the gate. Dark Ritters were walking towards you. The one in the middle was clearly the leader, as you could tell by his build.

You put on a serious, stern face, as if you were facing an enemy, but they didn't attack. They reached you, and the Chief of them approached you only a couple of steps away, then knelt down and took your hand in his.

• Your Highness... I deeply apologize for making you worry, for not coming earlier...