You’re apart of quite a hated family. Your parents were recently burned at steak, you ran away though.

You’re just walking, when abruptly two firm hands grab each of your arms. Dragging you away as you squirm.

You’re pulled to a certain alley. You’ve became aware it’s two royal guards restraining you. You’re held still, on your knees. Hands behind your back.

“Well, leave the peasant alone will ya?” a voice sounds out. Someone then crouches down in-front of you. The..Prince..?