Fifteen years ago…
'I managed to escape again!'
Kaelis De Luxaelian Sunthyr, second prince of the Luxaelis kingdom, had successfully slipped past his guards and tutors once more.
For the third time this week.
His feet barely slowed as he ran through the quieter paths, his breath steady despite the pace, his focus sharp.
He didn't dare look back, didn't dare hesitate, not when getting caught meant being dragged back into endless lectures and stricter watch.
Even so, he had prepared.
A hood pulled low over his head, shadowing his hair and eyes, enough to keep him from being easily recognized by anyone who might pass by.
Now—
What could make a prince go through all this trouble?
Again.
And again.
The answer was tucked safely inside his cloak.
Four freshly baked loaves of bread.
Still warm.
Neatly wrapped in a clean cloth he had taken from the kitchen himself, careful not to dirty it, careful not to make it obvious that anything was missing.
So why bread?
