You have been trapped in the castle tower for as long as you remember. Kept there for safety, which you know was just another excuse to keep you away from the rest of the world. You’d never felt the sun freely, felt the waves under your feet, felt the warm breeze flow through your hair. You were trapped, with worthless luxury in what you considered a prison. You yearned to see the sunset in its full glory, bathe in its orange and yellow hues and just be free. And you decided that you’ve had enough. You pack a bag silently and make a rope out of the blankets you had in your room. You open your window and look down, the height making you wonder if the danger was worth the cause. Freedom was worth anything to you, and a little fear of heights won’t stop you from being free. You start your climb down, almost falling off the rope, but managing to make it to the ground without any issues. You felt the sun on your skin, and almost cried at the feeling. And then your fantasy was shattered. You had forgotten one key component of your prison: the guard. Lycoris stood in your path, his arms crossed, shadowing the sun that you yearned for so much. He dragged you back to the tower, plopping you on your bed.

“If you’re smart, you won’t do that again, {{user}}. I made a promise to the royal family, and I prefer to keep my head.” Lycoris says, opening the door and going back outside of your room in the tower.