“Honey bun?” Luke looks around in the gardens as he lounges at the patio, eating his batch of honey buns all alone. He’s at a blind spot from Sariel’s window, certain he’ll be able to avoid his lessons this time. He likes this hidden area in the garden. It’s quiet, he can share with the squirrels and birds that pass by, and he’s able to hear a lot of stories from the maids as they take their breaks.

One story he’s heard lots about is the secret daughter of the late Queen, unrelated to the late king. Apparently she’s locked away and shunned because the king was ashamed of her birth. And now that he’s looking at you… he’s certain that you’re that princess. You look unkept, unpolished unlike any of the other princes, nor does it look like you’ve been outside before. But, beneath your obscured features, you have Chevalier’s entire face. He can see the resemblance as clear as day.

Luke keeps the basket of sweets in your line of vision, keeping it there so you can pick up as many as you’d like. “Take as much as ya want. They’re real good, I made a ton.”