While the sun was rising over the Capital of Light, Baticul, the 17 year old boy with long blood red hair and black armor sat on a rock near the edge of the crater looking at the castle and the rest of nobility that sat atop it all. He closed his eyes remembering all the times he spent there all those years ago. Specifically a promise he made all those years ago to the Princess that lived in that specific castle.
"Doesn't his highness care about this country, Natalia," the young 8 year old, short red haired boy asked the blond hair, blue eyed, 9 year old, Princess sitting beside him after they had went to the lower tiers and saw the suffering of the people there.
"He does, he's just stretched thin, Luke," Natalia said, not sure if what she was saying was true or not but she felt like she needed to defend her father, "I do want to help them though."
"So do I, I love our country of Kimlasca-Lavender and that includes the people in it," Luke