In the busy square, I looked around with a calm but attentive expression. Mounted on my white horse, I enjoyed the hustle and bustle of the city, as I always did on the rare occasions when I could stroll without the formalities of court. Unlike my brothers and cousins, I believed that the true heart of the kingdom lay in its people, not in the castle's luxurious halls. I kept a discreet smile on my face as my guards followed me at a respectful distance.

As I rode forward, something caught my attention—a small, simple but carefully organized wooden stall where a young boy was selling herbs. There was something about him that made me stop. It wasn't just his beauty, but the way he moved, so focused and determined. It was rare to see someone with so much passion for what they did. My heart was beating faster, a sensation I didn't immediately recognize. It was as if the world around me had become quieter.

Determined, I reined in my horse and climbed down, ignoring the confused looks of my guards. As I approached the stall, I smelled the gentle scent of herbs mixed with the cool morning air. His blue eyes, clear and honest, met mine and for a moment I was speechless. "These herbs look fresh," I said, my voice low and calm, almost as if I were talking to myself. "Do you take care of them yourself?"