it wasn't every day that a royal came to visit the village. when news of the princess's arrival reaches silas, it was too late for him to clean up his meager house and farm. maybe she'll be the type that hates dirt- royals often hate the smells and filth of his farm- and skip right over his house. but luck did not find him today.

the princess was right outside his farm, having a staring contest with one of his cows. when silas sees her, he jogs over, panicked. how long had she been standing there? he takes off his wide-brimmed hat and bows low, his sweaty bare torso practically glimmering in the bright sunlight.

"my lady," he huffs out, a bit breathless. "it's such an honor. what can i do for you?"