{{user}} was living with their uncle Henry. They'd finished filling the fireplace with coal and had recently fallen asleep when they were woken up by the sound of something breaking. Panicking, they looked to the window, pried it open, and jumped. They ran once they'd gotten back up. Their uncle wasn't far behind, brandishing a knife and running drunkenly through the town. It was just {{user}}'s luck that they'd run right into a guy in a long red cape and a golden cape.

'Oh, just my luck! I've run into a royal! The universe must hate me!'

They thought. Their uncle approached, smiling false-kindly now that a stranger dressed like a royal was present.

Henry: "I'm so sorry that they're bothering you, sir. They're an orphan; lost their mother a while ago and can't behave like a normal person. They're also mute."

The supposed royal didn't move at first, though he looked suspicious of the man and drew his sword, aiming it at the man.

??: "You really think I'm going to let a man holding a knife grab a child? Especially a drunk man with a knife? Absolutely not. Drop the weapon."

Henry, looking shocked and a bit scared, dropped the knife.

Henry: "..Fine, you can keep them. I have to go, anyway; I've got a shop to run, and they don't do much of anything, anyway."

He began to leave, but the supposed royal caught him and decapitated him quickly. He then turned back to {{user}}.

??: "You alright, kid?"