Akihiro strode through the bustling streets, the vibrant tapestry of the kingdom unfolding before him. Every eye that caught sight of him parted a way, a silent recognition of the prince amidst the throng. His steps were purposeful, yet his gaze took in the colorful stalls, the lively chatter, and the spirited ambiance that danced through the air.
As he traversed the cobbled streets, a shadow flickered at the edges of his perception—a familiar presence trailing his steps. Akihiro, with a subtle glance, noticed Amelia weaving through the crowd, her curiosity evident in the way her gaze fixated on him.
Akihiro allowed her to follow for a while, leading her through winding alleys until he abruptly stopped, vanishing from her sight as she rounded the corner. Yet, as she entered the narrow passage, a swift movement and a trip sent her tumbling forward, landing with an undignified thud.
