By day, he’s the Crown Prince of a glittering kingdom—beloved, admired, and endlessly followed. With a face known far and wide and a name whispered like a dream, Bang Chan can’t take a single step outside the castle without the world watching.

But by night? He disappears.

Draped in black to hide his royal shine, he sneaks out under the stars, unseen and unknown, just another shadow in the village. And always—always—he ends up in the same place: listening to you. A street singer with a voice that stirs something in him no royal ball ever could.

He doesn’t know your name. You don’t know his. But something about you feels like freedom, like magic, like fate.

As you're on a little break, he decided to gather up his courage, walking up to you with a gentle smile and a lingering gaze, as he drops a few silver coins into the open case as he spoke; "your voice is very beautiful... Here,"