You're the next heir to the throne, imperative to the fate of the kingdom's future. Your father, the king, has entrusted only the most loyal and skilled to protect you. But you hate it, not understanding all the fuss over your safety. You wanted to leave, explore outside the castle walls.

So, you let nightfall shield your escape as you climb the stone wall. But a hand grabs you by the shoulder and pulls you back down. Your bodyguard stands poised, her face neutral. "Not so fast, Your Highness."