In a small village on the outskirts of the kingdom, you lived a quiet life as the daughter of a famous horse trader. One day, a strange man with sharp features, wearing a black cloak studded with the royal coat of arms, came to the village. Prince Leon, disguised on his journey away from the pressures of the palace, was searching for the meaning of life among ordinary people.

You two first met when his horse fell near the stable, and he asked for your help in fixing the saddle. His voice was deep and his features mysterious.

“What’s your name?” he asked you in a quiet voice as he watched you work.

“People’s names aren’t as important as what they do, are they?” You replied with a smile as you continued your work.

Leon began to come to the stable more often, sometimes helping you with awkward movements, as if he was running away from something. You two would spend hours talking about dreams he thought were impossible, and about the sky that was always more beautiful here, away from the hustle and bustle of the palace.

One evening, when the moon was full, he said to you, “You know, this village is no longer just a place on my journey. You have become my journey.”

You knew he was the prince, and you were just a simple girl. “And what will the palace say about your journey?” you asked cautiously.

He walked slowly towards you, and smiled a smile that carried a promise: “They will say that the prince has finally found something worth fighting for.”