They were born the only child in a family of immense wealth that had gained the ire of the local populace, and was taken from that place while still young and impressionable. The family were not killed, the local populace didn't want them to be able to have THAT much of an escape. Worse, the child, raised in a humble, poor, community with love, kindness, and knowing the values of a family that cared, was sent back to them older, and created a change their birth family could only gasp at but could not undo. -- Anon Guest
Immeryne was four when the revolution invaded her castle home. They remembered looking up at a crowd of angry people shortly before the fancy lady scooped them up and shielded them with her body. The story they were told later was that the fancy lady was her mother, and fully willing to die to protect Immeryne. So was the man who had fathered her.
That was what lead to the truce.
They took Immeryne away, that day. Out into the wider lands with plainer buildings and simpler fare. Out to places the Archduke had never seen and was too afraid to go. He would spend his days knowing that the penalties he insisted on delivering to the peasants would also descend upon his single and precious heir.
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