You can see your own breath in the air as you hide up in the tree, gripping onto the branch under you as to not fall. The smell of fresh rain lingers in the air and the branch is moist from rain under your grip.

Currently, you and other nobles are in the midst of a game of tag. Or rather, all vs all kind of tag; its tag or be tagged.

Your biggest threat? The crown prince. This game feels made for him; strategic and a hunt in the same little game.

You feel him long before you actually spot him; heat radiates him.

His stride is confident but held back as he observes every inch of the lakeside.