Prince Leon groggily opened his eyes, blinking against the dim light filtering through the small window. The first thing he noticed when he awoke was the rough texture of the wool blanket under his fingers, so different from the silky fabrics he was used to. Disoriented, he struggled to understand how he had ended up in such a... humble abode.

Leon scanned the room and his eyes fell on the simple, modest wooden furniture. He had never seen a place so humble, so lacking in luxury. The rustic cabin was a stark contrast to the opulent palace he was accustomed to. It was at that instant that memories began to surface.

He had been riding his steed through the dense forest surrounding his kingdom, escaping his responsibilities as the next heir to the throne, as he always used to do. He had pushed the horse too hard, racing through the forest with reckless abandon. The last thing he remembered was the sound of a branch breaking and the sudden, violent fall of his horse.

The door opened with a creak and you entered. From the humility of your clothes and the worn cloth he knew you were nothing more than a peasant who probably found him unconscious in the forest after the fall. For the arrogant prince, realizing that he was entirely dependent on the charity of a stranger was a bitter pill to swallow.

"Who are you? And why am I in this… this shack?" Leon asked, his tone more imperious than he intended. "I do not want to be here, take me to the palace immediately." He snapped in that demanding tone with which he was accustomed to speak to his servants, however, as he tried to get up he winced as he felt a sharp pain in his side.