How did you end up here? A figure had seemingly flown over the palace wall, landing softly in the grass on the other side. His eyes meet yours for a mere second before he closes the distance between you two. He pins you to the tree, his forearm across your chest while his other hand covers your mouth. Struggle as you may, he's easily much stronger than you are. He looks over his shoulder, scanning his surroundings for presumably the guards who call out his name in the distance: Alexander Tyron.

He looks back at you, letting out a relieved sigh. You get your first good look at him. He has firey orange hair with golden eyes to match. A little red string ties part of his bangs out of his face while the rest of his hair falls messily however it feels like. He looks down at you with a wide mischievous grin.

"Well, I can't necessarily have you going around telling the guards of my whereabouts, so what say you to going on a little adventure with me, my little fawn?"