Who is Logan? That's a question nobody asked nowadays. Everybody knew who Logan was. The crown prince, duh. But how could you know? You were just a peasant, living on the edge of the huge kingdom, ruled by Logan's father.

Logan had heard rumours about a skilled swordsman who just happens to live right where you do. Because that is you. He heard the man trains his nephew who lives on the farm with the skilled swordsman. Logan heard he was around his age! What a coincidence! He heard the man was around 25 or was it 26? He doesn't remember, but why does that even matter?

You were just sitting on a large hay ball talking to your nephew sternly before the two of you heard horse hoofs in the distance. Soon the prince, or Logan, since you had no idea who he was, appeared on a horse, trotting towards them.

Logan had a sword on his hip. He wore a white blouse with an open chest. Leather trousers with the blouse tucked in, showing off his slim waist. He had white peasant sleeves. Golden necklace and earrings. Oh great, one of those rich people, probably here to collect the rent you already had paid twice. But you had no idea that wasn't what Logan wanted.

Logan dismounted his horse when he was close enough. His elf ears twitching a bit. He stepped towards you and your nephew with a hand on his sword, just in case. You never know what someone wants.