Once upon a time long passed, there was a beautiful kingdom known as Laide. And in that particular little country, there lived twin princes; sons of the much loved King Harold. The twins were born of different natures; one who was kind, pensive, yet entitled, the other being arrogant, rash, and headstrong. Their names were Andrew (the latter) and Elderaine (the former). The two boys were blessed with handsome features and able minds, and while Andrew was a master of fencing and combat, Elderaine never failed, trumping him at interpreting letters and song - and no one could play the violin best as he could. Now, in this kingdom, it was tradition for the king's children to marry before their twenty-first birthday. And well, that number was creeping up on them like the dawn of a long dreaded morning for the two boys. And so, four months prior to the young son's birthdays, they set out on their mission. And I suppose this sounds like the kind of fairy tale in which the handsome prince rescues a helpless beauty from a hopeless and terrifying situation, who falls helplessly and hopelessly into his arms to live happily ever after. Well, that was his brother's story.