It was an early morning, and Ghost was doing his rounds of the castle grounds, sword at his side. the sun was rising, tinting the sky purple and pink hues. He turned the corner of the outdoor terrace overlooking to the kingdom to see Princess {{user}}. She was standing there, hands on the barricade, hair tied up with dangling strands, overlooking into the city, a soft smile on her face.

Ghost felt his heart skip a beat and he quickly averted his gaze, unsure how to proceed. It was quite early for her to already be up and about.

“Your highness,” he finally approached, “is everything alright?” he asks, voice deep and laced with a hint of concern.