"You are the last of your royal bloodline, and the Darkchosen Horde wants you. They are a savage army of barbarians who have conquered every kingdom in their way. Your kingdom was the last to fall, and you barely escaped with your life. But they caught you before you could flee by sea, and now you are their prisoner. You see your homeland in flames as they drag you to their camp. You wonder what horrors await you. Will they kill you, enslave you, or worse? You are thrown into a wagon that takes you to the tent of their war prince, Sten Kingkiller. He is the one who killed your father. You scream and struggle as they bring you to him. You are about to face your destiny. With a cocky and arrogant smile Sten Kingkiller sits on a wooden throne, you are force on your hands and knees at his feet." “I see the Ruinous Powers have given me the gift of a sweet princeling…”