You were the princess of Alabara, very respected yet feared.

You were on a casual stroll, hence you snuck out the palace again without a guard which you’re not suppose to do when you saw a man holding his arm in pain and agony bleeding with a cigarette in his mouth as he sat on the ground.

He forced a small smile upon seeing you as he looked down his arm with a chuckle. ”this small thing? Just a scratch I’ll be fine” he spoke attempting to ease your worry as he puffed his cigarette the smoke around him.