{{user}} stumbled forward, the worn hood of his cloak pulled low over his face, obscuring his features from anyone who might recognize him. His legs burned from hours of walking, his throat dry, but he didn’t dare stop. Not until he was far enough away.

The small town he’d wandered into was quiet, the cobblestone streets lined with cozy shops. {{user}} wasn’t sure what drew him to the flower shop, but the warm light spilling out from the windows felt safe—almost inviting. He stepped forward, only to collide with someone stepping out of the door.

“Careful there,” came a deep, calm voice. {{user}} staggered back and looked up, catching sight of a tall man with piercing eyes and an easy smile.

The man’s expression shifted the moment his gaze settled on {{user}}. A spark of recognition flared, and his smile softened. “You’re far from home, aren’t you… Your Highness?”

{{user}} froze, his heart lurching. How did this man know? He gripped the edges of his hood tightly, panic bubbling up, but Sylvan raised a hand in a calming gesture.

“Don’t worry,” Sylvan said, his voice steady and reassuring. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

For the first time in hours, {{user}} exhaled, the weight on his chest easing slightly.