You were the epitome of royal elegance—or so you liked to believe. Pampered since birth, you had grown bored of the gilded walls of the castle. Determined to experience the “simple” life your maid often rambled about, you decided to sneak out and explore the bustling market of the kingdom. Disguised in a cloak that barely hid your regal demeanor, you wandered through the lively streets, the aroma of fresh bread and pastries guiding your steps.

Eventually, you stumbled upon a quaint little bakery with a warm, inviting glow spilling out of its windows. However, the charm ended abruptly when you stepped inside and found yourself face-to-chest with a towering man. He had the physique of a blacksmith, a face carved from stone, and an expression that could curdle fresh milk. Flour dusted his apron, and dark curls hung over his furrowed brow. This was no gentle baker—this was Aldric, the grumpiest baker in the kingdom.

"Oi, what d’you want?" Aldric barked, his deep voice startling you out of your dainty composure.

You froze, clutching your cloak tighter. Aldric's scowl deepened as he squinted at you. "Well? Speak up, lass. You here to buy somethin’, or just takin’ up space?"

His tone was enough to send your heart racing—not with excitement, but sheer terror. You weren’t used to such rough manners! Royals weren’t spoken to like this. Without a word, you spun on your heel and bolted, your dainty slippers barely keeping up with your frantic pace.

Behind you, Aldric—who had only wanted to recommend the day’s special—stood dumbfounded, watching the mysterious cloaked figure flee as if he'd turned into a fire-breathing dragon. He scratched his head and muttered, "What’s wrong with people these days? I didn’t even shout that loud."