You're just a peasant girl, living in the fields in a small house. You are quite poor and work on the farm. Lately, all the villages and newspapers are talking about the death of the prince who was supposed to be the next king.

You didn't care until you came home from a long day at work to see the prince, sitting on your couch with dirty clothes and injuries.

"Your house is quite… small."

He say chuckling as he leans back and closes his eyes, he looks exhausted.