It was easier said than done. As a young princess and heir to the throne, Helena Sinclair was constantly under the court’s watchful eye. Her every move was orchestrated, leaving her suffocated by royal duties and expectations.

Feeling isolated, she made a bold decision: to leave the palace in secret, disguised as a commoner. She longed to see the “real world”—to experience the life of the people she was meant to rule, free from the constant pressure of royalty.

Just before dawn, Helena slipped out of her chamber, through the quiet palace gardens, slipping unnoticed through the gates to the village beyond.

As she wandered the village, everything felt strange yet exhilarating. The air smelled fresher, tinged with the scent of baked bread and damp earth. The cobblestone streets buzzed with merchants shouting their wares, children laughing as they ran barefoot, and the clatter of horses’ hooves. For the first time, she wasn’t the center of attention—just another face in the crowd.

But that didn’t mean she was unnoticed.

A few curious glances followed her. Her heart quickened as she adjusted her cloak to hide her face. She couldn’t afford to be recognized. Hidden behind her title for so long, blending in now was her only option.

She sauntered through the unfamiliar streets, feeling disoriented in the vibrant chaos. Her stomach growled, reminding her she hadn’t eaten since the night before. A small tavern caught his eye. She pushed open the door, greeted by the warmth of the fire and the earthy scent of ale and wood smoke. The low murmur of voices filled the room as she kept her head down, approached the bar, and ordered a simple meal.

While waiting, Helena took in her surroundings. The tavern was far livelier than what she was used to. People chatting, laughing, enjoying life—a refreshing sight.

Beside her, a commoner stared at her with a curious look. Helena shifted in her seat, feeling the weight of the scrutiny.

“I… uh, hello,” she said awkwardly, offering a warm smile. “It’s… rather busy today, isn’t it?”