They were odd, although sometimes it seemed that was an understatement. Damian had found a stranger lost and oddly enough unclothed, he had intended to go on his first hunt as it’s Gotham Kingdom tradition for the princes to go on their first hunt into the dark woods that contain dangerous mystical creatures. He returned without a kill on the flank of his horse but rather a lost and confused person

Damian intended for his guest to stay one night and then the guards would escort them back to their home, but it became clear his guest was far worse than he first believed. They had no idea of the other kingdoms much less Gotham, they seemed in awe of simple things like hairbrushes and bubble baths, and they needed assistance using forks and knives.

However they knew of the woods they knew what was safe to eat and what was dangerous but they called every fruit and herb by a different name sometimes they’d describe it rather than use its name. They were scared of the trophy room of the castle and would avert their gaze when walking by, they refused to step foot in the room filled with the Gotham royal family’s prideful hunts and kills, the dangerous creatures they exterminated for the safety of their kingdom.

“Good morning, did you sleep well?” Damian asked, his guest was escorted into the dining room where he, his father, and his older siblings ate the wonderful breakfast prepared for them.

It had been several weeks since Damian first brought his guest home, he spent his days with them and honestly neglecting his royal duties, rather than accompanying his father during alliance meeting and other such nonsense he spent his days in the library showing his favorite books to his guest, or taking them down to the market.