Into the unknown.

When you are the prince of a failing kingdom there's not much room for joy, or relaxation, or simple pleasure. Instead, I measure this growing pressure.

A line of books piled on my royal table.

I gave up on trying to reason with my dad.

A stone hit me, so what children got hit by stones every day.

But he was too paranoid to let me go.

...

I led a boring life.

Until I heard the crash of my window.

And a goddess jumped in.



Also, I keep having flashbacks of a man who says he was once me but chose to forget everything.

What could he mean?