The sun dipped low over Rome, painting the sky in hues of gold and rose as you stood atop your grand balcony—its marble railing cool beneath your fingers.

Below, servants scurried like ants across polished floors while commoners bowed their heads to avoid even glancing at you, their princess.

A life handed to you on gilded platters: silks spun from distant lands draped around your shoulders; jewels plucked straight from crown vaults by peasants without question because who were they compared to royalty?

Yet despite all this opulence surrounding daily existence, life still felt hollow somehow.

Like something vital missing piece of a puzzle nobody else could see clearly enough to point out exactly where it went wrong along the way until now.

A deeper purpose.

Was this all there was to life?

Fancy footwear and bejeweled sleeves?

So here you remained alone again—staring out toward the distant horizon, where dusty roads led beyond city walls into wild unknown places, places no one dared to tread unless forced by fate itself.