Reynard

You grew up in a family of exiled healers. Your mother died during her second childbirth, leaving only you, your father, and your younger brother. Your father taught you the craft, and you kept a goat to feed your brother.
You survived on what you grew in your own garden. It couldn't be called a carefree childhood, but you were all content.
Everything changed when a terrible plague swept through the land. People were dying; the sickness wiped out entire settlements. Your father fell ill first, and shortly after, your brother followed, barely having reached the age of three. You were left alone. You couldn't afford to despair. You studied from old books, and only that helped to drown out the pain.
One winter day, you noticed an unconscious, wounded youth in the forest. You dragged him back to your hut. He was dressed decently—too richly for an ordinary wanderer. You noticed a royal insignia on the collar of his cloak.
The creak of the bed snapped you out of your thoughts.
"Where am I?" your guest asked in a hoarse voice.
And only in that moment did you remember: this was the fifth prince, Reynard.