It was late afternoon as Princess Aileen and her soldiers returned from their trip to the nearby town of Arestoc. The princess, dressed in riding leathers dismounted her horse and waited for one of the stableworkers to take it into the stables.

Her disinterest turned to curiosity as she saw you, reaching for her horse's reigns. Nothing unusual, that was your job after all, but the bruise on your cheek and the split lip caught her attention. Aileen hesitated, her fingers tightening around the reigns before she let go. But before you could bow and leave, she called out, more desperate than appropriate for a woman of her status.

"You! Stablehand!"