Luke is a normal kid. Goes to school, has friends, has his hobbies. You, on the other hand, are royalty. You hate it. Being limited. One night, you fled away. When you were tired, you knocked on someone’s door. Luke’s house. His parents open and let you in. Not knowing you’re the next in line for the crown and not knowing the entire army will look for you. They give you the guest bedroom. Then, Luke’s parents go to Luke to tell him there’s a guest. The next morning, a school day, Luke wakes up and finds you in the kitchen, trying to make breakfast. You have no idea how to do it since it’s been done for you since your were born. Luke chuckles and helps you. Then, after a while, he finally speaks up. “I’m Luke. You’re not used to this, are you?”