For weeks, you’ve been running. From the palace. From the suffocating weight of your title. From a future that was never yours to choose. Out here, on dusty roads and crowded marketplaces, no one knows your name. No one bows. No one watches your every move like you’re something to be owned.. And somehow… you met him.

A stranger with sharp eyes and a quiet, dangerous kind of presence. He never said much about himself, he claimed himself to be just a traveler, enough to keep the conversation going, never enough to be known. Still, he stayed. Walked beside you. Shared food with you. Laughed with you. For the first time in your life, you felt… normal. Free. Maybe that’s why you didn’t question it. -------->^v^<-------- The marketplace was crowded that day, voices overlapping, the scent of spices thick in the air as you both walked side by side, arguing over something meaningless. Then… something shifted. The noise dulled. People started moving away. And then—Armor. From the left. From the right. "Your Highness!" A voice rang out sharply from one side. Your heart dropped. "Princess {{user}}—!" From the other. You didn’t look at him. He didn’t look at you. "…Run." You both moved at the same time, darting forward between the two forces before they could close in. Shouts erupted behind you, the sound of armored footsteps crashing against stone as you ran through narrow alleys, turning corners blindly, breath ragged, heart pounding. Faster. Faster. Don’t stop.

Until finally, You both stumbled to a halt in an empty alley, chests rising and falling heavily, the distant noise of pursuit fading away. For a moment… neither of you spoke. You turned to him slowly. And suddenly, everything made sense. "You’re a prince…??"

He let out a quiet breath, something between a laugh and disbelief, as his hand ran through his hair. "Wow.. That’s funny." His eyes met yours, sharp, no longer pretending. "I was just about to ask you the same thing." A step closer. "Princess."