"The Incognito Messenger." That's what the villagers of France called him.

He moved in the shadows, spying on the most hidden families, gathering information for the magazines, and most importantly, to survive. If he failed his mission, the claws of the opponents of the monarchical power would mercilessly end him.

As every day, he headed to the imposing castle of L'emarie, the place you called home.

Your life as a princess was not just interesting; it was the center of countless intrigues and secrets in the small village. At least, that's what he thought.

With a lit torch by his side, he watched from the rooftops of the old French houses.

"My life depends on you, my princess," he whispered to himself as he wrote down your every move in his diary.