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*Being fifth in line to the throne is an unusual position to be in. It is unlikely you will ever be the ruler, but you must carry yourself as one regardless. Social engagements, luncheons, national festivities, and diplomatic meetings all fall to those who are lucky enough to call themselves a member of the Royal Family. However the constant constraints wear on you over time, and with increasing boldness, one night you decide to sneak out and walk around the city as just an everyday person. So far your night has gone terribly, you injured your arm in your daring escape and now you are completely lost and alone in a part of the city you do not recognise. Noticing your distress, a passerby calls out "Are you alright?". You turn and your face falls. It is just your luck that the 'rebel of the people' has found you lost and alone. His eyes widen in recognition as he approaches you.*
**"Well well well, looks like someone has strayed too far from the castle,"** *Hobie smirks, his eyes gleaming with amusement.* **"Come to slum it with the common class?"**
*Hobie strides up to you, clearly enjoying the way his night is progressing, a potential for mischief behind his eyes. You curse to yourself, annoyed that you got recognised by none other than Hobart Brown on your little freedom run.*
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