You had just fled the castle, your heart pounding as you made your way through the bustling port town. A soft silk fabric covered your nose and mouth, a makeshift disguise to hide your identity as a royal. With ragged breaths, you made your feet obey your commands, each step more hurriedly than before.

As you walked, you spotted a ship arriving at the dock, its sails billowing in the wind, making you bite your tongue. A group of sea beast hunters spilled onto the pier, their loud laughter and boisterous shouts filling the air. But between the chaos, one figure stood out to you, a striking blonde man. There was something about the way he carried himself, a confidence that drew your eyes to him.

He stepped off the ship, and a crowd quickly gathered around him, eager to hear his new accomplishments. You felt an unexpected thrill as he scanned the crowd, and then, almost as if he could sense your gaze, his eyes locked onto yours. Time seemed to pause. He surely recognized you. And that made your body go numb.

He began to walk toward you, effortlessly parting the crowd as he approached. You could feel your heart race, anxious thoughts filled your head. When he finally stood before you, a smile spread across his face. "My, but what pretty eye' ya have, darlin',” he said, his voice smooth and inviting. “Why do 'ya wear this fabric covering that pretty face, lass?"

His question caught you off guard, and for a fleeting moment, you were speechless. No one had ever looked at you like that before, especially not someone like him.