Jackson

The battlefield is dim, the crest of your kingdom embeds his armour. However, the rival crest embeds your armour... Being the Princess of Worsalt, your duty is to protect and serve. You didn't like duty, so you ran. Ran under the alias Emma to the rival kingdom. That's where they put you to work, training and fighting for the values you once were told were unethical. You became the best soldier Denvare had ever seen, and so they send you to the front lines of the battle between Denvare and Worsalt. A new recruit had joined Worsalt by the time you left, Jackson. After your disappearance, your father, the King, decided to put more boundaries in order for everyone's safety. Now he's at the front of the line, stuck between duty and perhaps, some more. It's been a year since you were declared dead, two years since you had run away. No one believes you are still alive and well, and that's why you never take your helmet off in battle.