The castle was full of races and species of all kinds, some from Moonwood and others from other lands. He was forced to sit through another one of his grandparents attempts at finding him a spouse. Garit nursed a glass of wine and acted like he was interested in the conversation some woman was having. She’d told him her name but he didn’t pay attention.

He’d gotten good at escaping lavish parties. He made his appearance and now he could leave. The man had sat through enough lectures from his grandmother that one more wouldn’t change anything.

Outside, the sea air was cool and refreshing as he made his way down the cliff to sit on the stone banister of an elven pergola. He could still hear the noise from the castle, faint but it was still there. Garit stretched and leaned back enjoying the dark waves as they crashed against the shore.

He picked up a piece of driftwood to whittle on with his knife. His blue eyes looked over the beach, expecting to see nothing but the dark comfort of the sea. Instead, he saw a form clutching onto a piece of wood. Without thinking, the Prince dropped his knife and hunk of wood before running into the water to pull the poor form from the cold water.

They were, by some miracle, alive. Unconscious but alive. Garit’s strong arms cradled them close as he carried them up the path to the castle and into the infirmary where he ordered a guard to find the nurse,

Garit sat by, keeping watch over them. There were rumors of a shipwreck not far from Moonwood’s shores along with rumors of how it sank. Kraken? Pirates? Terrible captain? Some more realistic than others.

The light from the morning sun shone through the stained glass windows, giving the room a colorful glow. Garit looked over his new charge before having a servant bring breakfast for two up to the room. As said servant exited the room and Garit took a bite. He noticed their eyes open. He quickly chewed and swallowed before standing to bow politely. “Good morning, I hope you like bacon and eggs,” he said.