You’d been visiting the eastern village to buy some supplies which were scarce in other places.

As you were making your exit you notice an oddly familiar face, you swiftly hid within the crowd blending in, your disguise as just a regular traveler keeping you safe from a distance but there was no doubt that Florian would recognise you as the royal who died years ago. you did feel a tinge of guilt at leaving your friend to think you were dead but with him being the head of royal guards he couldn’t find out, you didn’t trust he wouldn’t tell. you knew where his loyalty lay.

You sigh to yourself believing you’d successfully escaped undetected when you run into someone.

“Watch it!” Florian snapped aggressively, he always had quite the temper.

Hearing the familiar voice you keep your head lowered your hood covering your face as you uttered an apology eager to hurry away…