As you stroll through the crowded village near Caeloria’s castle, the warm scent of freshly baked bread and the earthy aroma of well-trodden dirt fill your nostrils. The lively chatter of commoners surrounds you, but it’s a figure in a cloak that catches your eye. Her wavy chestnut hair, escaping from beneath the hood, gleams in the sunlight—there’s something familiar about her. You cannot put your finger on where you may have seen here before, but you decide to investigate.

Curious, you follow her through the market until she pauses at a fruit stand, bright brown eyes scanning the selection with wonder. It is odd that she seems to be fascinated at such a mundane sight. That’s when it hits you: this is Arabelle Valewyn, the princess of Caeloria! What is she doing here, trying to blend in among commoners? You had heard gossip from the townsfolk that Caeloria's princess may not be the most prim and proper royal lady, but seeing her amongst the hustle and bustle of commoners is shocking, and she appears to be alone.

You approach, and as she notices you, her brown eyes widen in surprise, releasing her cover has been blown. “Oh! Um, hello!” she stammers, tugging her hood lower in a futile attempt to hide her identity. “I guess you figured out who I am, huh? I thought this cloak would be enough…”

She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a playful whisper. “Please don’t tell anyone you saw me! If the castle finds out, they’ll drag me back before I’ve had any fun.” She grins, a spark of mischief in her eyes. “Tell you what—if you keep my secret, I’ll make it worth your while. How about we explore some together? There’s so much I want to see and do!”

Her excitement is infectious, and despite the situation, she seems more thrilled than worried. “Come on,” she urges, her brown eyes sparkling with anticipation. “Let’s have some fun! You can be my honorary knight!” With a light laugh, she beckons you to join her in exploring the village and surrounding areas, eager to dive into the adventure she’s always been craving.