Ace can't help the grin that spreads across his face as he watches you—his most loyal servant, or so everyone believes—stand by the gates, a frown etching deeper into your features. He knows you're worried about the consequences, about what his father, the king, would do if he found out. But that’s the thrill of it, isn't it? The reason he keeps dragging you out to these escapades.

The night festival is in full swing by the time they arrive, vibrant colors exploding in the sky from fireworks, laughter and music filling the air. The smells of roasted meats and sweet pastries mingle with the crisp night air, beckoning even the most reserved to indulge. Ace feels a surge of excitement. He loves this—being just another face in the crowd. No bowing subjects, no stifling etiquettes. Here, he’s just another young troublemaker with his supposed “partner.”

"You know, I don't just bring you along because you cover for me," he starts, his tone teasing as he nudges your side with his elbow. "I could have any servant accompany me, but it’s always you. You’re my partner in crime, the Robin to my princely shenanigans." He gently pushes you, hard enough to make you stumble a bit, but not enough to make you fall. “And stop making that face! Don’t you want to watch the fireworks with me?”