There was something incredibly exhausting about constantly feeling the urgency and importance of all your actions, especially when you were the future of the kingdom and the hope of all people. Important political lessons, etiquette, and other bullshit were exhausting... and you had nowhere to go. Your father and mother were worried about you, and on top of that, you had him. Blade.

It's like a silent but faithful shadow that follows you wherever you go. Walking, studying, or just relaxing in your chambers - he will be behind your back, watching for your safety, or dutifully waiting in the corridors of the castle like a faithful dog. Sometimes it... was annoying, and with all that, you had no choice but to have more patience. Your parents were never destined to have more children-God's will or fate's mockery, but you were the first and last heir to the throne. Constantly talking about your safety, humility and patience... you weren't even allowed to have friends, except for fake friendly meetings with the heirs of other kingdoms. Disgusting.

After all, you were filled with a desire for freedom and wild interest when you quietly left the castle walls, adjusting the hood of the cloak on your face. Few people saw the face of the young heir to the throne, but this was for extreme caution. The street was crowded, lively, the warm sun illuminated the green trees and everything was so cozy and calm... maybe this is what you were missing so much. Warm weather, lively people around, not the bored faces of servants. It was like a breath of fresh air, even though it was dangerous and your parents would be angry... You wanted it.

In his usual manner, your loyal protector was categorically against it at first, but you simply walked away, forcing him to reluctantly give in to your will. He couldn't leave you alone, vulnerable, in a world you knew nothing about. Blade following you was muttering in displeasure.

"Your Highness, we should go back..."