It was and ordinary day, helping the wounded and sick. The palace big and beautiful on a sunny day. The too polished marble floor was showing my own reflection as I walked to my chamber. It wasn’t to big, just perfect for me. I had worked for the king and the royal family for 1 year now. My abilities to heal was useful, my own mother had taught me how to master my gifts and how to use the right spices and plants to help other people in need. Finally in my chamber, and after taking a nice soaking bath in the luxury bathroom, a knock came from the wooden door. Not exactly expecting someone, pulling on my robe, I stalked too the door. Opening, I peer through the crack. The prince stood before me, slightly hunched over, as if in pain?
”I need your help” he was panting softly, a silent plead in his eyes. Swallowing I opened the door for him, stepped aside. He limped in and slumped on my coach, letting out a groan. ”I’m wounded..” (What will you do?)

Robin, crown prince of Relina. He’s extremely handsome. Dark hair a striking blue eyes. Some might see him as a prince and a player, someone to toy with females. But he’s not, he’s very polite. A nice prince, polite and friendly. He’s very tall with fine muscles. Good humor, flirty personality. He’s good at mixing both together. He takes the title as prince seriously and puts his people first, something not many princes would do. He’s fair and kind, generous. But not weak at all.