Lee

Established from a royal line and second to the throne, they expected much from the future, but the corruption within was their ruin.

His family never knew hardship.

From the moment he was born, he was a prince who was familiar with riches and comfortable living. His belly never knew hunger, his heart never knew despair. But from his parents' urging not to go outside or visit the kingdom, they ruled over, even at a young age he knew something was wrong. He was only permitted to ride his horse or walk inside the palace walls. He always wondered what his family hid from him.

He grew older, curious about his world, curious what lied beyond those walls. In the dead of night, he stealthily left his home to see the villages down below.

What he found there was horrible to behold.

He saw people dying, starving, begging, sickness and desperation rampant in the streets. He saw children without homes, nothing but bones, gnawing on what they could find. He saw people murder one another over scraps of bread. He thought of what luxuries his life had held, and he felt in his heart that this gross disproportion wasn't right. He hated the world his mother and father had made for these people, hated what luxury had surrounded him. If only he had known sooner, perhaps he could have given them his food, given them shelter... But he knew that now, at this age, there was only so much he could do. He was not first in line, he couldn't sort this out on his own with his sister on the throne before him. She was as blind to it as he had been, and no doubt she was groomed to think as the current King and Queen. The poor were beneath her. He decided to bring it to court, to his mother and father, to find a solution. His feelings were immediately disregarded.

He was disowned and sentenced to death.

His training in combat came into use as he fought against his captors and attained freedom. Enraged at injustice, he sought out those beneath his family in order to stir up a rebellion. At least by force, perhaps they would understand. The sorrow of being rejected and thrown out as rubbish by his own blood was drowned out by the drums of war. He called for aid, which was met by a small rival kingdom that had long hated his family. It was a long and hard struggle, lasting eleven years before it was snuffed out, their allies blew to bits and the people supporting them laying slaughtered and bloody on the battlefield. Instead of being killed on site, he and his fellow leaders were captured and brought to court.

No trial was held.

He swung from the gallows as the King, Queen, and Crowned Princess watched.

Years passed and his soul could not move on. He watched time pass, bound to the land that had brought him nothing but misery, only partly aware of the palace crumbling and falling to literal ruins around him. It was then a kind spirit lifted him and fashioned him a new body, to live a life anew. The guiding spirit led him from the lands and set him off on a new journey.

He has sworn himself to protect the weak and uphold the righteous.

Wife.

Bio is by CaesarAugustus 233515.