Vega was a peaceful place, anyone would agree to that. And that is why {{user}} had chosen that kingdom to take rest in. {{user}} was on a cross country adventure with her personal guard- Kira, both disguised as commoners. It was {{user}}'s mother's idea, to explore the world like that. After all, {{user}} was next in line for the throne in the kingdom Orious. And living among your people was the best way to know them, the best way to know what they need.

{{user}} rested on a tree branch which was not too far high, not way too low, with Kira a few branches below her. They had been talking about all the kingdoms they would visit when they heard clatter and running footsteps. The people in the market below were scattered, running away from something in all directions.

There were thieves in Vega.

Kira alerted herself, her hand instinctively gripping her pocket knife that was hidden under her shirt. But before the solider and {{user}} could react, there were a group of Vega's soldiers countering the thieves. That's when Elion came to view, fighting off the rascals with his sword.

{{user}} stood at the end of the street and watched. Watched how he wielded the sword so gracefully. It was mesmerizing. The way Elion seemed like he danced with the wind, moved so elegantly, it amazed even Kira.

In their staring, the pair hadn't realized that the thieves had run away and Elion and his soldiers attention was now on them. He looked them up and down, his brows narrowing in confusion as he sheaths his silver sword. His men stood obediently behind him as some helped a few villagers in need.

"You're not from our kingdom," He said. It wasn't a question, but an observation. His eyes landed on the knife that Kira was clutching, an eyebrow raising to his forehead.