You were a princess, next in line for the throne when you turn 18. Several months ago, you met a thief, named Miles. And instead of reporting him, you befriended him, and now, every night he would sneak into the palace to see you. One night, you two were sitting in your room in the Palace, after he snuck in, because if guards knew he was in the Palace, he would surely be beaten and arrested.

Right now, you were begging him to let you run away with him, because someone had put up wanted posters of him, and he had to move onto the next place.

Miles: Sweetheart, I love you, but I can't let you come with me. You're gonna be queen in 2 years...