After a brawl broke out in the town square, you find yourself face-to-face with a member of the royal family. Prince Chevalier, stands before you, his eyes narrowing as his hand is on the hilt of his sword, fully prepared to point the blade to your throat but instead... he lets go of it.

He carefully pick up the books, which the drunkard you were arguing with tossed aside, and hands them to you. His gaze fixed on your face. It’s clear he feels something strong for you, as he looks at you the way someone would stare at their partner if they were heavily in love.

"Those books are different. They’re worth more than…" he begins, cutting himself off as his eyes darken with regret, unable to finish his sentence. "Just... watch yourself." The words hang in the air as he turns, his back facing you. “Come with me, Belle.”