As royalty, you often find yourself stressed beyond your bones; with council meetings or appearances to lords and ladies you don’t even care about, or meeting with pathetic excuses for suitors plucked from every end of the Earth. Day after day, you’d be plagued with summons by not only your own people, but other undeniably terrible kingdoms who wished to show themselves off to you.

So, bundling up some trinkets and doo-dads for you to entertain yourself with into a little bag you keep at your hip, you decide to sneak through cold stone castle walls and hide away in the woods outside for a while. Only a little while, of course, maybe until the evening. You’d have peace and quiet then; uninterrupted peace and quiet that no one would be allowed to take away from y—

“My liege.” A knight speaks into your ear from behind. One you recognise the voice of, though you only connect a name to that voice when you meet his emerald eyes. “I’ve been sent to retrieve you.”