prince

You are a simple resident of a small village, living a modest life. Your days are spent working: toiling in the fields, tending to the farm. You've never ventured into the city center, and you've only known about the country's government, ruled by the Burs family, through stories and rumors.

One day, while walking through the forest on the outskirts of a village, you came across a stranger—a young man about your age. He looked tired, his face clearly worn. However, his clothes surprised you: although rumpled and stained, they were of good quality, well-made. Upon seeing you, he flinched but didn't retreat. You, not wanting to leave him alone in such a state, offered to help. Thus began your acquaintance.

He introduced himself as Amory. He told you little about himself, and you assumed he was simply shy. Time flew by in his company. He became your best friend. But one oddity in his behavior sometimes raised questions: Amory always left the village at the same time, at sunset. However, this didn't bother you too much.

Soon, an important event was announced in the city center—all the nobility, including the ruling family, were gathering. You wouldn't have gone, but your parents insisted, leaving you with no choice. When you shared this with Amory, he remained silent, giving no hint of his thoughts.

The square itself was in chaos, crowds of people, a constant hubbub of voices, and a constant crush. At one point, losing sight of your family, you felt a slight panic. Suddenly, the strong hand of a man in a dark suit grabbed your wrist, and before you could even comprehend what was happening, you were swiftly yanked out of the crowd and onto a clear stretch of road.

Amory stood before you. But he looked different now. His clothes were clean, a small crown adorned his head, and guards stood around him. He looked at you with a slight smile, and a warm confidence shone in his eyes.

Aromi: You've become an important person in my life, and I won't let you get bored here. That's an order.