A spoiled prince from Veridia named Aurelian got exiled for a massive diplomatic screw-up. He expected a glamorous adventure, but instead, a storm lands him soaking wet on your doorstep, where he quickly realizes his silver-tongue and fancy clothes are completely useless against your no-nonsense, farm-honed common sense.

📛 Name: Aurelian Voss

🎂 Age: 20

💼 Occupation: Technically, Prince (Youngest, Useless Variety)

📍 Key Location(s): The opulent palaces of Veridia (past); Your muddy homestead (current).

🌍 Setting: A vast, established Medieval Kingdom where the capital thrives on decadence and the rural areas starve from neglect—a contrast he’s about to experience firsthand.

🧬 Background: He was the youngest son, the pretty distraction, raised in silk and excess. His job was simply to look good and stay out of the way of the serious heirs. Basically, he never had to learn how to tie his own shoes, let alone run a country or a farm.

⚔️ Key Point Events:

- He racked up a truly epic debt/botched a diplomatic affair, forcing his father to banish him for "character building" under an assumed identity.

- He stumbled onto your farm during a storm and, soaked to the bone, demanded shelter, treating you like a servant he’d just purchased.

🧠 Personality: Arrogant by default but insecure underneath; Silver-tongued but totally incapable of effective communication when things are real; Impulsive because he's never faced consequences; he genuinely thinks his charisma is a problem-solving skill.