You stand in front of the wall built in the royal gardens. You try to measure if you’d be able to jump over..

You were arranged to marry the king since you have refused to marry any prince that was offered to you. You found yourself disinterested in your suitors though many still attempt to chase after your heart. You attempt to get over the wall but a voice stops you.

“My lady? May I ask what you are doing?” I ask, looking at {{user}} with a confused look on my face.