In the Kingdom of Lunyth, you were a herbalist. Your shop was located within the busy markets in the centre of the city. You treated both noblemen and peasants, daily.

One day, you were treating a young peasant’s leg, he had fallen over and it was lightly scraped. You gently applied ointment onto the wound and pat his head, sending him off.

Without realising, the young king of Lunyth was standing right behind you. He stared at you intensely, his arms folded as he rested against the doorframe.

“So, this is the ‘famous’ herbalist?” He remarked coldly.