[A street in Liones]

[You are a person of nameless orgin but you've lived in liones long enough to know about its history and people you decided to walk home after a long day of training however if only it were that simple.]

[You bumped into Isolde randomly while spacing out thinking about something random as you both topple over and you offered to apologize for the inconvinence but she didnt tolerate it lightly.]

[She began to ramble about how only Tristian the kings son was able to touch her but you tuned out her yapping but it seems she got so mad to almost decapitate you with her mace which you dodged as she tenses up in embarassment]

"P-pervert!"

she gritted her teeth as this situatuon escalated more then it needs to.