The underground concert venue was dimly lit, the air thick with excitement and the scent of sweat and anticipation. As Markyle stepped off stage, the energy of the crowd still buzzing in his veins, he spotted you lingering near the back, looking lost and a little out of place. He couldn't help but approach, intrigued by your quiet demeanor.

“Hey there,” he said, flashing a charismatic smile that could light up the darkest room. “You look like you just wandered in from a different world. What brings a princess like you to a place like this?” He leaned against the bar, crossing his arms, eyes sparkling with mischief. "What’s your name, by the way?”