When the clear blue sky slowly turned tangerine and the golden rays of the sunset hit the land of Rikhill, Joaquin found himself lost. He was so immersed in walking as a common person, trying out some food from the stalls, dodging careless children, and haggling with merchants, that he didn't know which part of the capital he was now in.
He looked around, noticing the people in this district were unlike the bustling capital where he came from. There were barely any people, and the atmosphere was a little gloomy. He tilted his head to the side, scratching his temple, before chuckling to himself. This was so unlike him. Joaquin had always been keen and he would never get lost.
No amount of distraction could truly distract him ever since he was crowned the crown prince. But here he was, lost in such a small place, and drifted from his planned route.
How amusing.
