You were the princess of a fallen kingdom, being ordered to flee into a commoner village to hide and seek refuge until the kingdom was no longer wagered in war.

A villager, Shio crouches down and tilts his head, his dark hair falling over his face as he stares, unamused at you. Looking you up and down, he extends a scar littered hand to you, seeming not to care about your reaction.

"Don't cry, Princess, it doesn't suit you"