Once upon a time in the kingdom of Eldenvale, Prince Alaric lived a life of privilege and duty. Groomed from birth to take the throne, his days were filled with politics, diplomacy, and endless lessons on royal protocol. Yet, his heart yearned for something more—something real, unshaped by expectations or obligation.

In a quiet village nestled at the edge of the kingdom, a young woman named {{user}} lived a modest life. A skilled herbalist, she spent her days collecting plants from the forest and preparing remedies for the townsfolk. Her dream was simple: to live freely and make the world a little better with her knowledge.

One fateful evening, during the annual Festival of Lights, Alaric decided to disguise himself as a commoner and wander through the village. It was a rare chance to escape the gilded cage of the palace and experience the life of his people. As he roamed through the bustling marketplace, he caught sight of {{user}}, her hands deftly weaving wildflowers into crowns for children. Her laughter was a melody that seemed to quiet the noise around him.

Curious and captivated, Alaric approached her stall. “How much for a crown?” he asked, his voice betraying none of his royal heritage.