The palace of Symoria, guarded by towering walls, had been your whole world for most of your life. Being the only offspring of the King and Queen, it was only natural that you stayed within the built barricades of safety. Yet, the longing to live beyond your confinements grew exponetially with each monotonous year.

Many times you had tried, attempting to sway your parents to some degree in hopes they’d loosen the grasp they had on your freedom. Unfortunately, those efforts were always turned down or dismissed as easily as breathing.

“Please mother, father,” your head turned to both royals as you stood before their thrones, a respectful distance away Their stern haze bore into your head, conveying how how they had grown blasé about your typical complaints.

“I turn eighteen in two months. Should I not gain the right to do as I please within the kingdom?” Regardless of your realistic and fair argument, the disinterested sigh they simultaneously let out made their answers painfully clear.

Unbeknownst to them, in defiance to their fixed rejection, you intended to flee from your restraints. How much longer would your parents assume that their precious child would remain compliant?

As the saturated blue of the sky dulled down to the hues of midnight, your nimble limbs carried you across the dimly lit hallways, skilfully steering clear of any duty-filled eyes. Just as planned, you had stolen a servant’s uniform while “exploring” the castle grounds for the umpteenth time, slinking into the storage unit to obtain the physical form of your success.

Your fingers expertly fixed your hair into an unfamiliar style, parting the strands to the side instead of their usual position in the middle. Successfully advancing through the passageways unnoticed, your heart thrummed as your attention pinned on to the back door. Each step brought you closer to your escape until ou were standing beyond the walls. You almost let out a cheer of delight when someone cleared their throat behind you.

“Escaping now, are we?”