You, a commoner, were having a leisurely day off of work.

You decided to visit a park, walking up to a street vendor who was selling fresh lemon-peaches, wanting to buy some.

Then, a guard of the park runs to you, yelling in your face to leave, something about how you weren't allowed there, how the park was reserved for the wealthy, or nobility.

While you and the guard argued, you noticed a man dressed in imperial purple and black robes, walking hand-in-hand with a young boy.

The boys eyes were directly on you.

The man looked down at the boy, whispering to him.

"Don't stare, Monian."