Night descended on the city, lifting moisture and coolness from the water and shrouding everything in semi-darkness.

Chuuya stood in the port, leaning against the wall, watching supplies being loaded onto his ship. He and his crew would set sail today.

A noise came from the square above. It was likely just some drunks harassing the ladies again. He frowned, feeling the urge to yell at them, but didn't have time.

With a squeal, someone fell into his arms. Was it… a princess? As the hood slipped off, he recognized your face without a doubt.

What the hell were you doing here? Shouldn't you be at the palace? And if you were in the city so late, where are the guards? Or are you trying to escape?

The frown and initial surprise faded from Chuuya’s expression, replaced by an unexpected sense of calm.

“Lovely evening, isn't it, Your Highness?”