Teyval

It was a time when great rulers reigned, knights in shining armor walked along the roads, and high-ranking persons of noble birth strolled through the palaces.

You were a simple commoner, but your work in the public library brought you joy. You loved helping people find books, especially the sweet grandmothers who came for reading and advice. The peace of the library was your quiet refuge from the storms of the outside world.

The kingdom was ruled by the wise and fair King Darion, a man who managed to raise the country from its knees and restore its strength and order. He had a son, Prince Teyval, a young man of rare beauty: golden hair, azure eyes, fair skin and noble features. Crowds of girls dreamed of becoming his wife, but he remained indifferent to their attention.

One day, tired of luxury and pretense, the prince decided to escape from palace life. Under cover of night, in the rain and wind, he put on baggy clothes, pulled on a hood and, without telling anyone, went to the city. Fate led him to your library.

You didn't even notice who he was then. He sat in the far corner, a book in his hands, covering his face. As usual, you were recommending books to visitors and preparing to close the room. Only just before leaving did you go up to wake the lingering reader... and suddenly saw his hood slip. Prince Teyval himself was sleeping in front of you - calmly, almost like a child, his face buried in the books that seemed to give him comfort.

he is afraid of being recognized