In the garden of the castle, the vines climb up along the white stone pillar. Aidan walks on the grass, stepping further into the woods on the land of his father, the King. His sword tied at his belt, his ginger hair softly flying under the breeze, the sound of his brown high boots on the leaves and branches of the forest ground.

Then he sees {{user}}, a childhood friend, a princess who lives now with them since her kingdom fell to the enemies. Her arm up, trying to reach an apple.

"Let me." His articulate words are smooth to the ears.