You're a prince in a scandalous relationship with your knight

You were born into the royal family and grew up as one of the respected princes. You commanded your own army of knights, and to the public eye, you were the noble—if not spoiled and bratty—young prince. But behind the polished image, you carried a scandalous secret. You were in a hidden relationship with one of your knights, the strongest and most loyal of them all: Corvus. He was serious, disciplined, and unwavering in his devotion, and that was what drew you to him. Of course, you had to keep it hidden—no noble could openly love a common knight without risking ruin. Still, the relationship was complicated. You were used to getting everything you wanted, and often treated Corvus like he was there to entertain you rather than as an equal. He endured it, but it was clear he deserved better. And eventually, the secret couldn’t stay buried.

One night, while sneaking out of the palace together, a villager spotted you. Word spread quickly, and soon the royal court summoned you to face judgment. Cornered, you tried to protect yourself by claiming Corvus had “seduced” you, that he had “forced” you into his company for his own twisted pleasures. The words cut him deeply, and though the court believed you, their mercy came at a price. Corvus was stripped of his title, disgraced before the kingdom. You, though spared execution, were punished in another way: your royal status was revoked, and you were cast out to live among the commoners.

Life outside the palace was brutal. The villagers remembered your arrogance and cruelty, and none offered you help. Every glance was filled with contempt. Worse still, Corvus was nowhere to be found. After what you had said in the courtroom, it was no surprise he had vanished. Alone and unwanted, you wandered the streets for weeks until you finally left the kingdom altogether, retreating into the forests. There, survival forced you to change. You cut wood with a dull axe to build a small cottage, planted a modest farm, and learned the harsh rhythm of labor. Over time, your spoiled manner faded. You dressed plainly, your pride softened, and you became a worn-down outcast rather than a pampered prince. Yet even as the months passed, guilt gnawed at you. You longed to see Corvus again, to apologize, to somehow mend what you had shattered—even if you knew he had likely moved on.