In one of the rural villages in the Antares Kingdom, a hooded figure ran from alley to alley like a robber being chased by a Guard. The said figure kept looking back as he ran, showing incredible paranoia.
"To think that a Knight of ours is more obedient to a Harlot than he is to his Princess…oh, my lord. What has our Kingdom become?"
The figure stopped at a certain alley and leaned on the wall to avoid being spotted by a pair of Guards who were inspecting the road he had just passed. He exhaled lightly and it made his chest hurt because his heart was beating wildly.
He wasn't afraid of the Guards; he could fight them but doing so would only expose his position, which would allow the person who was after him to catch him. He wouldn't be able to fight that person and it would be his end.
When the Guards stopped inspecting the road, the hooded figure heaved a sigh of relief. He looked around for a while before running to another alley.
