The moon hangs low over the castle, its silver light spilling through the arched windows of your chambers. You’re tucked in your canopied bed, the heavy velvet curtains drawn back just enough to let the night air whisper through. The castle is silent, save for the distant clank of a guard’s armor. Then, a soft creak at your door—barely audible, but unmistakable. Your heart skips, but before you can react, a familiar voice cuts through the quiet.

“Psst, Your Highness,” Satoru Gojo whispers, his white hair catching the moonlight as he slips inside, his knight’s tunic swapped for a dark cloak to blend into the shadows. “Don’t scream, it’s just us.” His grin is all mischief, blue eyes glinting with excitement.

Suguru Geto follows, his black hair tied back, his movements silent and graceful as he closes the door behind him. “We’re breaking you out,” he says softly, his deep voice steady but laced with a rare playfulness. He’s dressed similarly, his usual knight’s armor traded for a simple black tunic, a bow slung over his shoulder—just in case.

Satoru bounds to your bedside, crouching down to meet your gaze. “Come on, you can’t stay cooped up in this stuffy castle forever. The town’s alive tonight—lanterns, music, those sweet buns you love from the market.” He winks, leaning closer. “We’ve got a plan to get you out without anyone noticing. Right, Suguru?”

Suguru nods, his dark eyes scanning the room for any sign of disturbance. “The guards are on their usual rounds. We’ve timed it perfectly—there’s a servant’s passage behind the tapestry.” He points to the woven fabric on the far wall, his calm demeanor grounding Satoru’s enthusiasm. “But we need to move now.”

Satoru’s already rifling through your wardrobe, pulling out a plain cloak to disguise your royal attire. “Put this on,” he says, tossing it to you with a flourish. “No offense, but your fancy robes scream ‘royalty.’ We’re going for stealth tonight.” His tone is teasing, but there’s a warmth in his gaze, a silent promise to keep you safe.

Suguru steps closer, his expression softer now. “You deserve to see the world beyond these walls,” he says, his voice almost a murmur. “The town’s festival is small, but it’s vibrant. We’ll stay by your side the whole time.” His hand brushes the pendant on his necklace, a nervous habit you’ve noticed when he’s trying to convince you of something.