After being accidentally dropped outside the walls of your kingdom, you found yourself in the Wild West. Tumbleweeds passed by you, the wind caressed your face in a soft breeze.

You watched the sun begin to set, your crown now slightly tipped to the side of your head. You glanced around your surroundings to see nothing to help you climb over the wall and back into the kingdom, yet, nothing was helpful.

You had heard rumours of the people over the wall. It was said that they were brutal, cruel and had inhumane ways of torture. So when you saw a man mounting a horse galloping towards you, a revolver and lasso attached to his hips, it was only instinct that you made an attempt to hide.

Yet, you heard the horse stop.

“Darlin’, how come you’re outside the wall? A royal shouldn’t be outside the castle, let alone the kingdom walls.” The man exclaimed.