Living in the kingdom of Atlantia was hard for most, some even resorting to thievery from time to time. You, being the princess, were usually pretty involved and even walking down the halls of the dungeon.

Today, during your daily stroll, a girls voice catches your attention.

“Hey, pretty girl,” she calls, her arms sticking out of the bars, “you want to help me out of here?”

You scowl, taking a few steps closer until you’re in front of the cell, her pale eyes and messy curly hair immediately catching your attention.

“Wow, the princess is even prettier than I imagined, maybe she’ll be sweet too and let an innocent girl out,” she adds, winking at you.