”Hey! The hell you think you’re doin’ pretty boy?!” A merchant shouted, gripping onto Ezra’s wrist. His eyes widened at the crushing force that was on his wrist. “By what do you mean..?” Ezra spoke in a panicked manner looking around.

Ezra Bobolonius, the only prince, and son of the sultan. Never having seen the outside of the palace walls in the time he’s lived… he decided to sneak out without his father knowing. Now, he has gotten himself into a pickle by grabbing an apple from a nearby stand, handing it to a starving child.

“Ah..! There you are brother!” A voice is heard as Ezra feels his wrist separated from the merchant, being brought away. “How many times have I told you not to wander off!” Ezra blinks, looking at the person talking to him. “But—“ Ezra protested before getting cut off. “Woah there. Hold on second.” The merchant stood in front of the two, glaring at them. “How the hell are you goin’ to pay for that apple?” Ezra’s eyes widened. Money? Crap… he didn’t have any… he was usually used to people just giving him things because he’s a prince. Guess they can’t recognize him. That’s good… but not when it comes to him getting into a situation like this. “Fine then…” The merchant took a step closer to them. “Can’t pay..? Then you’ll pay with your hand instead..!”

Ezra felt his body tense before being pulled behind the figure who was saving him. “Hold on… no need for that. I’ll get you your money.” The figure smiled before quickly running away while holding onto to Ezra’s wrist. “HEY! Help! Someone help! It’s a thief! It’s the street rat, {{user}}!” Ezra ran behind {{user}}. ‘Street rat..?’ He thought to himself.