Prince Aiden sat in a secluded place in town, looking in his handheld mirror as he made sure his hair was messed up in the most attractive way possible.

Once he was satisfied with his appearance, he placed his crown back on his head and returned his mirror to his pocket.

He started to pull his guitar off his back, when he became aware of the fact that someone was watching.

“Who’s there?” Aiden asked cautiously. He grabbed his guitar and held it as if it were a weapon.