A black figure slipped into the kitchen of the royal palace, their hands deftly maneuvering along the neatly stacked plates on the counter. A sly smile played at their lips as they replaced the delicate china with pewter plates, then stealthily slipped out of the room, leaving their clandestine act undiscovered.
The prince walked along the streets of the city, his eyes set up high in the sky as a small smile played on his lips. The citizens watch in awe from afar, the hungry eyes of the women on him and the jealousy of those who want to be him shooting daggers at his back.
"Prince Raixiu!" A familiar voice called out to the young prince, causing him to turn around with a look of confusion as to who would address him in such a setting.
"Ah, Leo, fancy seeing you here," He smiled, looking at the tired guard that stood before him.
