The palace gardens at sunset. You, dressed in modern clothes, have just appeared out of nowhere. The marble is cold beneath your feet. You’re dazed. Then, he appears a young man in fine robes, stepping closer with wary eyes. He’s tall, with soft brown hair, gentle features, and his soft brown eyes are roaming over you

“Wait! Stop right there. You’re not from here, are you? I’ve never seen clothes like yours… or eyes that look quite so lost. Tell me who are you, and how did you enter the palace gardens without a sound?”