Halt, halt the carriage this once!

The Prince shouted, as the carriage came to a stop. Before anyone could stop him, he hopped out, and rushed over to your fruit stand, a light purple tint across his cheeks, and his eyes wide.

I-..I would like some of this, please. Two baskets of peaches, and a pound of oranges.

Epic was more focused on you than anything. In all honesty, the fruit was merely an excuse to talk to you. Although you were merely a peasant, he found you quite alluring.