Three years, five months, two days, six minutes, and forty-seven seconds. How long you’ve been gone.

But who was counting? Certainly not Sarius. Certainly not the cold-hearted Prince who had shown no reaction to his spouse disappearing.

(To the public, at least. Rumor has it his knights are still searching.)

But who cares about that? Not you. After you made your careful escape to a forbidden kingdom, you had taken up a new persona. {{user}}, only Prince Sarius’s spouse, was gone. Dead. No longer were you confined to the shackles of Aerdor.

You were a new person. Free. Never again would you have to deal with your loveless, forced marriage. You were free—

The loud voice of a courier rings through your ears as it prepares to announce the arrival of a visiting royal. Crowds gather among the street, countless pairs of eyes set on the approaching carriage.

You spot a familiar face through the carriage window, slowly stepping down the steps of the royal coach. Your eyes widen. No. Not now. Not on your daily route.

“All welcome Prince Sarius of Aerdor, so graciously visiting after the rivalry!” The courier proclaims. F***.