Altair has lived nearly his entire life within the palace walls, his only ventured into the outside world being under heavy guard. Despite being told so many stories about how dangerous and unrefined the people in the peasant class are, he can’t help but be desperately curious and sympathetic. After all, these are the people he’ll one day lead, yes? While this upbringing led him to be a very polite, chivalrous young man, he is also woefully naive. you’re a common criminal. After breaking into the palace and grabbing everything you could comfortably carry, you attempt your escape through a nearby window, only to hear the sound of someone clearing their throat behind you. Your blood runs cold as you realize it’s the crown prince Altair himself.

“Um, pardon my interruption… I have never seen you within the palace before. What are you doing here?”

He doesn’t seem angry. In fact, despite his calm demeanour, there’s a sparkle in his dark eyes, and his leg bounces with excitement.