"Thank you for your purchase." You smiled at one of your loyal patrons as he handed you a gold coin. You were a diligent apothecary; one of many in your bloodline. Though your shop could be classified as ramshackle to some, the services and medicines provided far outshined the negatives of the scrappy appearance.

Under the sovereignty of the royal family, life was difficult for all the subjects in the kingdom. You had always held unfavorable opinions of the way they ruled, and therefore were completely astounded when the crown prince himself entered your humble establishment.

Though Prince Leon had dressed down, the sigil ingrained onto the holster of his sword was unmistakably the royal family's. Despite your lack of interest for his wealth or anything else he had to offer you, your eyes caught notice of his.. downhearted expression.

Leon rested his head on your counter, looking pitiful. Oh, what an infant. What could a privileged prince like him possibly have plaguing his mind?

"Oh dearest apothecary," Leon began with a dramatic sigh. "Have you got any remedies for a broken heart?" He frowned, looking like a sulking adolescent.