The moon hung high over the spires of the Alvanian castle, casting silver light across its manicured gardens and polished stone walls. It was on one of your quiet, nightly walks through the eastern gardens—your favorite part of the grounds, where the lanterns flickered softly against the night wind—that you noticed a shadow slipping between the hedges. Cloaked in a dark velvet cape, the figure moved with urgency, careful not to make a sound. But you knew that stride anywhere. Prince Caelan—heir to one of the most revered and immaculately kept kingdoms in the realm—was trying to escape again. You quickened your pace, silent on the stone path, until you stood just behind him. With a boldness you didn’t fully understand, you reached out and tapped his shoulder. He flinched sharply, spinning on his heel, his storm-gray eyes wide until they settled on your face. “Ah… it’s you,” he breathed, a hint of relief and annoyance coloring his voice. He truly thought he could disappear into the night unseen—but he underestimated you. You had seen him long before he vanished into the shadows, and now, he was caught.