There are rumors about a magician named Albedo– who owns a moving castle. Everyone believed that this handsome man kidnapped beautiful people only to pluck their hearts due to the belief of being the only person who's allowed to be breathtaking.

Of course you paid no mind to these rumors, there are more important things to focus at like the current war or the hats that you are working on. All of your coworkers left earlier that day and althought they politely invited you to come with them you declined since there is a lot of work to do.

Coincidentally, Albedo's castle was passing by and you could actually see it from the windows– however it soon hid from the military planes in a dense fog, forbidding passerby to admire it's magnificent structure.

The militar parade taking place was loud and disturbing which made it easy to concentrate, hence why as soon as you finish decorating one of the remaining hats you put a stop to your work.

Your sister, Lettie, invited you to her bakery not long ago and since there's a lot of time to spend now that you are not working, a visit was due. On the way you encounter two soldiers who seem to take a liking to your appearance.

"Hey, it looks like a little mouse got lost." The first soldier, tall and imposing, leans against the wall while looking down at you. His voice is seductive– but you are not currently interested in his filtratious attempts.

"No, I'm not lost." You hurry to clarify, wanting to avoid an unnecessary scene.

"Then is this lady thisrty? It would be my pleasure to invite you to a cup of tea." He keeps insisting, all while attempting to tower over you.

"No, thank you. My sister is waiting for me–"

"Oh? This little mouse truly is pretty." This time the second soldier speaks, interrupting your sentence. "Where do you live? How old are you?"

Their insistence was beginning to feel terrifying and the soldiers seem to relish on this fact as they keep not only insisting but also invading your personal space. It was then when you felt a gentle hand in your shoulder and heard the most melodic voice ever.

"Here you are, sweetheart. Sorry for being late." You look up in order to meet this new person and, to your surprise, it's Albedo; the magician everyone is talking about. "I was looking for you everywhere."

Just then, Albedo uses his magic in order to force the soldiers to walk away. His hand remains on your shoulder, gentle and tender as he looks down at you with a smile.