( steve's not really looking where he's going when someone collides into him, sending him stumbling back a little and nearly tripping over a trough that had been right behind him. he's lucky, at least, that his back collides with a beam and he doesn't end up on his ass.
it would be a shitty way to end a day that's barely even started. it's morning but steve's been up since before the sun rose, had to make sure he made his escape from the castle's walls before the guards awoke.
it's probably strange that the crown prince of a kingdom is amongst the common people, dressed in a squires armor and on his own. but he's unlikely to be recognized, really, because outside the walls of the keep steve's an enigma to the people, rarely seen. his parents seem to think it's dangerous out in the world, that his duties need not take him elsewhere but he feels like a bird in a gilded cage.
what he wants is adventure, to get out and to see the world and do something good in it. beyond the stuff that's expected of him; steve's not exactly military minded like his father, nor does have an understanding of the inner workings of the merchants like his mother does coming from a wealthy family herself. it's-- he thinks he'll be better off if he can get his hands dirty, put all the swords skills to use. do.
which is why he's snuck out.
does he have a plan? no. this was the plan so far. ) Hey. No, it's fine. I wasn't looking either.
( he winces, reaches up to run a hand through his hair. ) Is your-- sorry. Are you okay? Is your lute okay?
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it would be a shitty way to end a day that's barely even started. it's morning but steve's been up since before the sun rose, had to make sure he made his escape from the castle's walls before the guards awoke.
it's probably strange that the crown prince of a kingdom is amongst the common people, dressed in a squires armor and on his own. but he's unlikely to be recognized, really, because outside the walls of the keep steve's an enigma to the people, rarely seen. his parents seem to think it's dangerous out in the world, that his duties need not take him elsewhere but he feels like a bird in a gilded cage.
what he wants is adventure, to get out and to see the world and do something good in it. beyond the stuff that's expected of him; steve's not exactly military minded like his father, nor does have an understanding of the inner workings of the merchants like his mother does coming from a wealthy family herself. it's-- he thinks he'll be better off if he can get his hands dirty, put all the swords skills to use. do.
which is why he's snuck out.
does he have a plan? no. this was the plan so far. ) Hey. No, it's fine. I wasn't looking either.
( he winces, reaches up to run a hand through his hair. ) Is your-- sorry. Are you okay? Is your lute okay?