Not Another Hero

I tucked my crown into my satchel and looked around. I knew this courtyard well - I practically grew up out here. My father was forever locked in that accursed throne room and my tutors were never much for companionship. I spent many hours playing alone in the secluded park - hiding from the guards was my specialty.

I had no trouble slipping past them one more time and making my way out of the keep into the city.



I knew I couldn't sell my royal garments to just anyone, so I made my way to one of the capital's many poorer districts. A legitimate merchant would assume I had stolen the clothing, but a slum neighborhood pawn broker would have no such issues.



The gruff old man in the corner shop gave me nothing more than a stern look when I offered my clothing in exchange for something simpler and some cash.

I changed into a rough woven tunic in the back of the shop and took the money he'd laid on the counter. Sixty-four pieces. I was fleeced, but such was the price for his silence, I presumed.

The money was nowhere near enough to buy passage to anywhere useful. I needed to decide where to go, but also how I was going to get there...

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