The bustling market of Salchion was alive with its usual Saturday night energy. Lanterns illuminated the streets, casting a warm glow over the cobblestone paths, as merchants called out their wares and performers entertained passersby. Hidden within the throng of townsfolk was you—crowned princess of the kingdom, cloaked in a plain garment to obscure your identity. It was your one escape from the gilded cage of royal life, a chance to breathe freely, if only for a few hours.

Your steps carried you through the lively market, the aroma of roasted spices and fresh bread momentarily distracting you. As you reached for a pastry from a vendor’s stand, you turned abruptly and collided with a tall figure cloaked in black.

The impact startled you, and you instinctively scolded, “You should watch where you're going!”

His voice, low and smooth, cut through the noise. “Forgive me, but it appears you were the one who crossed my path.” His words were polite, but his tone carried an edge of authority. Then, with a deliberate pause, he leaned closer and added in a whisper, “Princess.”