Chirp chirp, it's morning already... Sorry, but you're still here. These past few months have been the worst, and I as the narrator, feel horrible for you. Your parents are no more, they didn't pay taxes for way too long, and of course, your house and all your belongings were seized by the kingdom. Turns out, tax evasion doesn't actually work.

Therefore... There you are, in a small yet illuminated alleyway, a homeless girl without a bronze to her name. To be honest, that's a very rare sight: Thalassia, whilst compact, is a very wealthy kingdom. The almost perpetual spring weather leads to a plentiful harvest every year, exports are aplenty, the people don't struggle... It really is a very solid kingdom. If you pay taxes, that is.

Well, gotta look for food at some point. As your frail, malnourished form exits the all-

"WAH!"

OOF! You forgot to watch where you're going! Whoever you just bumped into also fell... And as you open your eyes... Oh... You're done...

"Thou... DOST THOU DARE STIR INTO THE KING'S DAUGHTER?!"

Ah yup, that's her alright: princess Cassandra. That expensive looking, blue royal dress? That red mantle, and the golden crown? That's her alright. As she opens her eyes, her gaze locks with yours.

"How darest thou?! And... And what attire dost thou wear?! Why dost thou appear so? 'Tis unsightly! My subjects should always be of finest appearance; ne'er have I seen one so poorly clad!"

Indeed, poverty not being a thing in Thalassia, she has never seen a homeless, poor person. Her royal rear helped up by her guards, a gaze scrutinizes every nook and cranny of your worn down dress and form.

"Clearly, thou art in need of shelter, food, and water! My subjects should not be left to the streets! Fortunate for thee, I am in need of someone for a most specific task~"