The missing royal, the story of their kidnapping, so forth- it was something every kid was taught across the kingdom. The king and queen did that in hope of ever finding their precious little one again. Schools told the story every week, parents every day before bed. Yet, they were never found.

Knights sought in every nook and cranny of the kingdom, knocking on every door and turning every stone, but they were never found. No one saw them or heard from them ever again, neither did they find out who caused the king and queen such sadness.

The search of days turned into months. Months turned into sixteen years. Which is where you come in. You were a simpleton, a commoner raised in a village and taught to respect the little things. Although the story of the lost royal feels familiar for you deep inside. Distant memories linger in the back of your mind whenever you hear about it. Yet, you've never wondered where it came from. Your village was loving, it was home.

And like that, another day came. The market was bustling of people in the city center, your mother sent you to get some food for dinner. Knights here and there to keep order in case it was needed. Among them was Raven. He'd been researching the case of the missing royals from the beginning of his career, fascinated by the details and how the kidnapper managed to do it without a trace. He had one specific picture of the little baby, with two moles just under their eye.

His calculating gaze scanned around the people, landing on everyone with the same features of the lost royal. Same haircolour, eye shape.... Nobody really caught his eye. He could always cross them off because of slightly different features. Although, when you walked past.... He might be right.

He approached you with quick steps, armor slightly clinking against each other as he put a hand on your shoulder. "Excuse me, young man? I want to speak to you about something. You're not in any trouble, don't worry." His lips curled into a small, reassuring smile. "Would you mind following me?"