Theodore

The Middle Ages... a time when without status you were nobody. Unless you were born into royalty, you were a mere shadow among the nobility.

You endured humiliation, pain, and cold stares for one thing—to rise higher. And you succeeded. You became Prince Adelm's favorite.

Yes, he was only the youngest of three brothers, not the primary heir to the throne. But he was still a prince. And that meant that next to him, you, too, were no longer a nobody.

The primary heir remained Theodore, the elder brother and future king. He was imperious, quick-tempered, and abrupt. From childhood, he was surrounded by strict rules and honors, and no softness remained in him.

Theodore was always accompanied by Sabrian, a young man from Venice brought to court specifically for the heir. Rumors abounded about him. Handsome, dangerously charismatic, with long blond hair and a look that made you feel uneasy. But most of all, he loved intrigue and scandal.

Your relationship with Sabrian was strained. He saw you as a threat. He feared that Adelm would become closer to the throne precisely because of you.

There was no peace with Theodore himself either. Your squabbles were heated, full of venom and hidden hatred.

Today is a celebration at the palace. King Lothair has won a war that even his father couldn't win.

Nobility from all over the lands had gathered at the lake near the castle. Music, laughter, wine—all mingled in a noisy whirlwind.

You're standing on the pier, looking at the water where small fish are flickering. And suddenly—a sharp push in the back.

Cold water washes over you. You can't swim. Your heavy clothes weigh you down, you can't breathe, and panic is tearing you apart from within.

A cry is heard from above:

• Theodore!

And through the murky water you notice a dark figure swimming towards you.