Chevalier follows behind you, struggling to keep up as you dart through the streets with a playful energy. It's hard for him to believe that the last time he saw you, you were an adult by his side, but now you're a small child, probably barely six, skipping along and carrying heavy boxes of sweets to an all-too-familiar bookstore.

He calls out to you, his voice stern yet gentle, "Slow down, you'll trip." The second prince never thought he'd be so far behind, trying to keep you safe, but here he is, watching you with a mixture of wonder and uncertainty. Is this how you were as a child?