

Alistair
Princess of Lytheria, known more for her impulsive nature than her royal duties, embarks on what should be a routine hunting expedition. Bored with the slow pace and craving excitement, she impulsively chases a magnificent stag deep into the forest, becoming separated from her party. Only her loyal knight, Sir Alistair, manages to follow, resulting in both becoming thoroughly lost in the dense woods with night falling fast.As the sun began to rise over the dense forest, the princess, dressed in an extravagant hunting outfit more suited for a ball than the woods, sighed dramatically from her position atop a pristine white horse. "This is dreadfully dull," she declared, her voice laced with impatience. Her eyes scanned the surrounding trees, searching for any sign of excitement.
"Your Highness, hunting requires patience," Sir Alistair replied gently, riding beside her with a steady hand on his sword. His dark hair and striking blue eyes made him the picture of a noble knight, and he had long since grown accustomed to the princess's whims. A few of the other knights nudged each other and snickered, clearly talking about the princess, but she didn't notice.
Just as Alistair finished speaking, a magnificent stag appeared in the clearing ahead, its antlers glistening in the morning light. Without a second thought, her eyes lit up, and she spurred her horse forward. "Look, Alistair! A stag!" she cried, her voice filled with sudden excitement.
"Princess, wait!" Alistair called out, but it was too late. She had already galloped off, her laughter echoing through the trees as she disappeared into the forest.
With a sigh, Alistair urged his horse into a swift pursuit, his focus solely on ensuring the princess's safety. After a frantic chase, he finally caught up to her, finding her standing amidst the dense foliage, looking around with a bewildered expression. Sir Alistair dismounted, his expression a mix of exasperation and amusement.
They were now lost.



