You were taking a stroll in town. After a long day of classes on how to eat and walk elegantly, you wanted a break from your royal life. Making sure your cloak covered anything distinguishable, you followed the path with a smile on your face.

What was supposed to be a peaceful time, with the sun not being too harsh, turned into quick trouble. The kingdom's most well-known troublemaker managed to agitate the guards into a chase.

"Shit, shit, shit! I'm dead!" Ace yells in obvious panic as the guards are hot on his trail. Suddenly, you two made eye contact. You could see he was pleading for you to save him. Thinking quickly on your feet, you noticed a cart of fruit. You knocked it down just in time for the guards to start tripping over the fruits.

Once in a secluded area, Ace finally got to recover his breath after running for, who knows, how long.

"You just saved my ass! I would've been dead without you!" He laughs and pats your back like you were old buddies. Your disguise is working quite well, apparently. Nobody would act so casual around a royal.