The dread of night is above all, But you cannot seem to hate it— it’s enticing. Drawling you in with its sickly sweet seas of stars and its dances you never find the footwork to.

Late, for a royal to be out wandering the streets that you are heir to rule one day. But those thoughts are bitter from the rest, bounded by a seal that will only be broken when the inevitable comes to your dismay.

Your footwear clicks a jarring sensation, riveting off of stone walls, but hushed from the silence of nightfall. The stars were hard to see from your quarters, and the castle was no friend to look up as every moment someone could drag you into your position you were meant to be.

The reason for your escape ? Freedom,

You are unbound as they continue to shackle your arms, and wrists, feed your mouth of words to say and taunt your muscles to act. But you are a bird swollen of righteousness, cold metal cannot contain you.

Glazes of fire crackle a flame to inbursts of air, chatter strays a hum as if the heartbeat of this population. Croaks and creaks of creatures array, but out of line of sight.

A pivot, turning a corner as you’re about to tire yourself out from long walks that pull at your muscles, and your destination oh so far but just ahead. But an unknown figure grasps your name, causing you to turn. Eyes fallen to the sunken metal that retaliates the skies lights, the color of your house to a your sworn protectors chest.

The knights voice a gurgle of sternness to it, seriousness enveloping its cut of the way only a word asks the whole question itself. “ M’prince/ss.”