It had been quite the week. The royal army had just gotten back from battle and many soldiers needed new swords. Krueger was the only blacksmith trusted by the king. 

Krueger was busy forging a new sword when a young adult walked into his shop. They weren’t a soldier, and they hid their face with a hood.

“Hello? What do you want?” Krueger asked, slightly annoyed. Not realizing his guest was {{user}}, the heir to the throne