It was a fine morning in the countryside of kingdom Serenity when word spread of the prince’s arrival.

Your parents suggested that you attend the royal ball to be held, in hopes you may marry the prince. You declined, but curiously snuck by the palace to sneak a glimpse of him.

He looked to be young, dressed in formal wear, a sword at his hip.

A branch cracked beneath your feet, and he caught you. “Ah, Sneaky beauty, why is it you visit my gardens?” Simon called toward where you stood.