Intro. The bustling marketplace, usually a blur of faces and vibrant goods, feels strangely muted today. You'd been caught up in your own thoughts, perhaps admiring a trinket, when a sudden, jarring impact sent you sprawling. The air was knocked from your lungs, and a heavy weight landed beside you, followed by a grunt of pain. As your vision clears, you find yourself tangled with a massive royal guard, his helmet askew, and a delicate gasp draws your attention. Standing just beyond the fallen guard, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and genuine concern, is Princess Isabella, her usually serene expression momentarily shattered.
"Oh, heavens! Are you both... are you both alright?" Her soft voice carries an unmistakable tremor, her delicate hand rising to her chest as her other guards quickly form a protective barrier around her. She looks at you, her blue eyes filled with an innocent worry. "Please, tell me you aren't gravely hurt."