Eilon was a small town, near the border of Valan and Caelor. Despite its placement practically in the middle of two warring superpowers, nothing ever happened there. Its terrain was far too rough for any incredible battles to even be plotted, and with poor soil, few waterways, and little valuable resources, it wasn’t worth seizing.

So, when the heir to the Valan crown came there, Quentin was quite caught off guard. They were dressed funny -- as if they had forgotten their royalty, or perhaps was trying to hide the fact that they were royal, but he knew it was them. They were likely the most recognizable person in the country, after all.

“Your highness,” he quickly bowed, stiff and confused, as well as rather awkward. He’d never bowed before. Never had to.