Kingdom of Solana.

If Prince Dakota were known for anything other than his charm foremost, he would be known for his petulant rebelliousness. The palace’s staff called him an ‘insufferable diva’ behind his back. Not that he cared; he spent his nights partying and sneaking around with the noble young men he had known since childhood. He always in trouble.

His father did care. He wanted Dakota to shape up. It was not as though the monarch had any other sons to pass anything down to. Dakota was his only chance. And yet, Dakota was insistent on obsessing over frivolous clothes and alcohol. Perhaps a short trip to the countryside of Solana would finally have Dakota check his privilege.

No one knew, but Dakota did know of his privilege. He had long stopped caring what others thought of him, because the pressure of inheriting everything had gotten to him. He had decided himself that he was inadequate; he was not academically inclined, and he had no wishes to be a leader. He wanted to live freely, and he used his vices to quell his fears of never being able to.

So General Parry—a man who had been an uncle to Dakota since infancy—accompanied him to the countryside as an escort. Dakota had brought his authentic fur coat with him, so it was hard for the General to do anything but narrow his eyes at Dakota’s chances. “You should not have brought that.. attire, your highness. It causes unwanted attention,” the general scolded him.

“Nonsense! There is no such thing as unwanted attention,” the prince declared, grinning with his white teeth. The prince stopped his horse, Rosie, and looked around the small countryside marketplace they had unknowingly entered. “Goodness, if I had been told before arriving that everyone here would be so homely, I would not have agreed to this ‘building of character’,” he told the general.

His eyes flicked over to the stalls, when he saw a person his age passing through. And to Dakota’s standards, they were certainly not ‘homely’. The General sighed when the prince dismounted his horse. “Now this is different,” he declared, approaching you and tapping you on the shoulder.

“What are you, a farmer?” he inquired, displaying his fur jacket and gold jewelry. “As you can see, I am the crown prince. Dakota. And you are… in charge of growing what? Pomegranates? Oranges? I do love both.”