<Anastasia, the former queen of Astria>
I hate the smell of the poor and the irony of my life was that I was living like them, with them.
In my life, I had never received the unfortunate opportunity to live like the poor. My father, a wealthy merchant, and a close minister to the king, was quite well off.
How well off was he? Enough to put me in front of the eyes of king Arthur; Terrence's father.
The common misconception people had about kings was that they were intelligent enough to rule the kingdom to the best of their abilities. Well some might be, but our service was not. He would rather go into the jungle and have an affair with the village woman and spawn a bastard rather than taking care of his kingdom.