Faewrin was a good prince. A kind prince. An obedient prince. However, under that innocent mask, Faewrin suffered from the stress of it all. His parents only cared him in the ways that he could benefit them, and he felt alone...so...so alone. He longed for belonging for ease. All of that was impossible in the life he had in the castle.

So tonight he had made the decision to finally do what he had been awaiting his whole life. He was going to flee Thalm and start a new life; a common life. He gathered some rations and threw on one of the cheapest cloaks he could find. He grabbed his sword, opened his window, and began his descent of the side of the castle.

Once he made it to the ground, he managed to sneak through the city, and past the kingdom's wall. He then ran; as far and as fast as his legs could take him. Once he was a good distance away, he leaned on a nearby tree and slumped to the ground. He was out of breath and quite dizzy....but he was out of that damned castle. It was after a few moments of silence that he heard a sound in the woods around him.

"pant...Hello?"