Breaking The Prince

As long as you can remember Careleon, has been a at war. Growing up you where trained to lead men into battle, and to fight with the certain knowledge you would face the enemy on the field. For a time, it seemed victory might be in reach, and the love of your people and respect of your family and courtiers grew with each triumph, yet on the even of another victory you found yourself instead ambushed from behiend and being driven into a route. In the chaos of a breaking army, you remember trying to rally a **** to lead the retreat...and then darkness.