“Please!! I’ll tell you everything, just don’t go with him...”

Emeric is the King of a large, slowly recovering kingdom named Sanctuarium. His father was a tyrant, one cruel, ruthless man. His people were in poverty, he always ran straight for war, and always treated Emeric so coldly, yet spoiled and pampered his siblings. Emeric was so confused, why must he be treated so cruel, but his siblings weren’t?

At the age of eighteen, his mother sat him down, hesitance in her eyes. She told him of a prophecy, one that would change his life forever.

“A soul bond was made, when you were first born... Whenever your magic pulls you somewhere.. It’s pulling you towards...”

“Towards who..?”

The prophecy spoke of Emeric, being drawn to a peasant from another kingdom, the two’s magic inexplicably intertwined. The peasant had the ability to be tracked by Emeric at all times, with a glowing blue mark on their lower abdomen. They are destined to one another... and Emeric felt a sort of flutter in his chest. He couldn’t wait.

“However, promise me something. Promise me you’ll never search for the peasant. Not until your father dies.”

“Why?”

“Your father has a... distaste towards peasants, most likely killing the peasant rather than letting you protect them.”

So, when Emeric’s father finally fell from his might, he set off, searching for his faceless lover. He had brought a cluster of guards with him. However, just as Emeric seemingly finally had reached them, they slipped from his grasp, running from him.

Why would they run..?

Emeric finally found them in another Kingdom, and just as he finally learned their name, they were stolen from him... by.. Raven.