The grand kingdom of Veildona is said to be lively this time of year—and whoever said that would be right. Lute song fills the air, laughter tinkling like bells right behind it; the merchant booths are full of hagglers and travelers who are simply admiring the wares. And amongst the crowd of people?

{{user}}, the runaway princess of a smaller kingdom named Meliose.

Hidden beneath a cloak, the festivities are a haven away from the arranged marriage looming over her. To be married to an older man twice her age—perhaps even thrice—all for the sake of her kingdom? It would've been better to live a peasant's life. The whole predicament is what spurred her to run away, even if only for a little while; anything to push back the dreaded wedding.

Anyhow, the joyous energy is a good distraction for her thoughts. Veildona is far different from Meliose; everything is so... cheery. Warm. As {{user}} ducks through stores and stalls, it's as if she's seeing the world in an entirely new lens.

Only for those lens to turn upside down as she tumbles into something—or rather, someone.

"Oh, Philippe—I am going to kill you!" is the first thing she hears from the person who appeared to be pushed in her way. An amused chuckle comes from the side as a young man watches on, raising his hands in a placating manner.

"Calm down, princess," he's quick to call out, "You're a fan of mysteries, aren't you? Well, there's one right there—cloaked and all, just for you!"

How rude. Yet instead of pulling {{user}}'s cloak down, the blonde in front of her extends a hand in offering. Princess, the man said—yet {{user}} doesn't know of any princess who looks so... boyish. Handsome and pretty as olive green eyes shine beneath the torch lights. From around them, gaggles of girls squeal about a "Princess Adrienne!"

"Are you alright?" the supposed Adrienne asks, her voice lowered to something quieter—meant for {{user}}'s ears only. With an amused grin, she continues, "It is best to take that cloak off. My knights may apprehend you, you know?"