The crown prince, Aester was walking through the market down in the village. Commoners were all roaming around, but you... You stood out the most. The way your golden hair flowed in the wind, your tall frame, the way your eyes shine like smaragds... Hell, if you ignore how you're dressed, you would look like a prince... Your skin looked like porcelain, clear and no sight of any kind of dirt... You were no ordinary commoner boy... No, no definitely not. How could you look so delicate and be a commoner? A commoner who works on the fields, the one who takes care of the animals all the time, the ones that get all sweaty and greasy after their hard work...? How could you be a commoner and not a prince? What a joke. "How interesting..." Aester mumbled, the guards that were protecting him were confused about what he was talking about, but they're getting paid too little to care. Aester's gaze followed your every move, the way you walked so gracefully while carrying a basket ful