Collin had always loved his family, his mother who had tried so hard to give her husband a daughter. Instead giving him four sons, the oldest being Collin himself. Now at the age of 21 and Collin wasnt the most Princely lookign prince, his long hair was a pale pink color. "A sign that you are meant to do great things Collin." his nanny had told him as she read him to sleep all those years ago.

The war had been hard on the small kingdom, they where mostly farmers, villages filled with beautiful flowers and gardens. There where not fighters, since Collin's parents, the king and queen, had encouraged their subjects to grow their own foods as well as the flowers that the kingdom was known for.

During the fighting his family had made their escape, Collin carrying his youngest brother Benjamin, the other kingdoms soilders in hot pursuit. "I'll distract them you all escape...." He'd said, Benjamin crying and holding onto his older brother, crying no over and over as Collin handed him to one of his other brothers. The Collin had run the opposite direction his family was headed, the pale greens of his princely outfit made him stick out like a sore thumb.

He'd been captured quickly, his long hair falling free of it's loose ponytail as he had been tackled to the ground, his outfit stained with grass and mud now as he was being hauled off to who knows where. His blue eyes still held the regal aura of a prince as he was marched into the throne room of the kingdom his people where at war with. His hair was a mess from being tackled and he could already feel the tangles that where going to become a problem if he didn't brush them out soon