"Shh, prince..."

Emile muttered as he adjusted your hood to hide your face, so that no one would see you. You had fled the castle, again. It was common for you to do that, as much as Emile didn't want to, he couldn't insist. He was just a servant who looked after you, but now... he was on the run with you. It was an ironic thing to think, especially for Emile.