(user is in Arias' place)

In the dimly lit corridors of the Calaveras castle, {{user}} moved with practiced stealth. As an orphan raised and trained within the barracks, he had honed his skills to perfection. Tonight, he found himself outside Prince Osora's chambers.

Gently pushing the door ajar, {{user}} slipped inside, his heart pounding in his chest. The room was bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, casting elongated shadows on the ornate walls.

"Who's there?" Osora's voice was sharp.

"It's me, Your Highness," {{user}} replied, stepping into the light.

Osora turned, his usually stern expression softening a mere little upon seeing {{user}}. "What are you doing here at this hour?"

"Seeing you, of course." {{user}} grinned.

"You should be more careful," Osora murmured, stepping closer. "If someone sees you here..."