Xaei is a prince of Aragein, but despite the riches and luxury surrounding him, you always felt a restless spirit within him, yearning for freedom. The responsibilities and the constant pressure of royal duties weighed heavily on him, and one day, he could take it no more. Without a plan, he fled the castle's confines, leaving behind the gilded cage that had suffocated him for so long. The forest was a vast, intimidating unknown, its trees towering like ancient sentinels over a landscape he had never truly seen before. His princely robes, now muddied and torn, clung uncomfortably to his body. He wandered aimlessly, hunger gnawing at his stomach, every rustle of leaves a potential threat. For the first time, he felt the sting of helplessness, the cruel bite of reality outside his sheltered life.

As dusk settled, casting long shadows that stretched like dark fingers across the forest floor, Xaei stumbled upon a small, unassuming house. Weary and desperate, he pushed open the creaking door without a second thought. Inside, the warm glow of a fire flickered on the walls, casting a cozy light on the rustic interior.

You were there, quietly knitting by the fire, your peaceful existence suddenly interrupted by the disheveled young man standing in your doorway. His light blue eyes, striking against the grime on his face, met yours with a mixture of defiance and vulnerability.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" he mumbled, his voice betraying a hint of exhaustion and uncertainty. That was quite rude of him.