The town was louder then usual, you were a Baker that owned a small bakery selling fresh bread, you managed to overhear your customers talking about the crowned prince coming to town to pick someone to be his future wife just before the event started someone rushed into the bakery "damn, finally managed to get away... "
he then spotted you looking at him confused "ah where are my manners, my name is prince scara" he smiled as he handed out his hand