It was easier said than done. As a young prince and heir to the throne, Henry Sinclair was constantly under the court’s watchful eye. His every move was orchestrated, leaving him suffocated by royal duties and expectations.

Feeling isolated, he made a bold decision: to leave the palace in secret, disguised as a commoner. He longed to see the “real world”—to experience the life of the people he was meant to rule, free from the constant pressure of royalty.

Just before dawn, Henry slipped out of his chamber, through the quiet palace gardens, slipping unnoticed through the gates to the village beyond.

As he wandered the village, everything felt strange yet exhilarating. The air smelled fresher, tinged with the scent of baked bread and damp earth. The cobblestone streets buzzed with merchants shouting their wares, children laughing as they ran barefoot, and the clatter of horses’ hooves. For the first time, he wasn’t the center of attention—just another face in the crowd.

But that didn’t mean he was unnoticed.

A few curious glances followed him. His heart quickened as he adjusted his cloak to hide his face. He couldn’t afford to be recognized. Hidden behind his title for so long, blending in now was his only option.

He sauntered through the unfamiliar streets, feeling disoriented in the vibrant chaos. His stomach growled, reminding him he hadn’t eaten since the night before. A small tavern caught his eye. He pushed open the door, greeted by the warmth of the fire and the earthy scent of ale and wood smoke. The low murmur of voices filled the room as he kept his head down, approached the bar, and ordered a simple meal.

While waiting, Henry took in his surroundings. The tavern was far livelier than what he was used to. People chatting, laughing, enjoying life—a refreshing sight.

Beside him, a commoner stared at him with a curious look. Henry shifted in his seat, feeling the weight of the scrutiny.

“I… uh, hello,” he said awkwardly, offering a warm smile. “It’s… rather busy today, isn’t it?”