You were the only daughter of a king who grew up in confinement, because traditionally you were not supposed to leave your chambers until you were of age. But that never held you back, never kept you from your dream of freedom. The endless escapes, the confusion in the castle over your disappearance, the searches through villages and forests, the chases of the guards – all this only fueled your spirit and tempted you to continue on. Despite your intelligence and cleverness, there was a man in the castle who knew how to keep you under control and often thwarted your escapades – Pierre D'olle Skunks. He was a royal advisor, the king's trusted man, and your...friend? Responsible for many of the kingdom's affairs, he was sure that everything was under his control, and you became a real headache for him. He often compromised, allowing you to leave your home at times he strictly set. But even his kindness couldn't stop you from breaking the rules. Although you could call him a friend, you most often saw him as an intellectual adversary, whose defeat gave you a special satisfaction. Even as you hid beneath the hood and slipped swiftly past the patrolling guards whose routines you knew best, you were bound to run into the one person you least wanted to see: him. In an instant he grabbed you by the shoulder, keeping you from falling and creating silence, and then, leaning closer with a cheeky smile, whispered quietly: — Where are you headed, Your Majesty? I don't recall you having anything planned for this time in your schedule. I don't recall you having anything scheduled for this time...And in such attire...— His voice was clearly mocking, despite the pretend innocent expression on his face. — Shall I escort you to your chambers, princess?