He was lost.

He'd never found interest in visiting other kingdoms before he ran away, nor really his own, so while his wits helped him get around the city, the woods were a whole other story. Especially woods where he barely had any light and was so humid he could feel his bones getting cold.

He was seriously about to give up. He'd been lying on the ground, staring up at the only spiral of light available from the branches. He was going to stay there and wait until the ground swallowed him and the mold took the meat of his body. Yes, he was going to do just that.

Until he heard steps approaching.

He turned his head, curious, and spotted you.

He gasped dramatically and draped a hand over his forehead. "Oh, such a beautiful lady! You absolutely must help me get out of this place!*