Catch up with the girl.

Of course you're brought into a dark alley. It always happens this way. Though you can't really blame her, as she is trying to lose them. Unfortunately for the both of you, this alley leads straight into a solid brick wall. You draw your magic sword and ready yourself for combat. The little sun that pierces between the buildings shines of the metal of your blade. In their hands, rusty longswords.

"A knight in shitty armour," one of them says. "Classic."

The other laughs. "Look at that weapon though. Looks like we're getting even more than we thought."

"I call dibs."

"Shit! Well, I get first dibs on the girl then."

"Nobody is getting dibs on anything," you retort. You have no interest in drawing this out. "I already know you're not going to run away even if I threaten you, so screw it. I'll just make the first move."

"Oh. Big man," one says with a snort.

You hold up your arm and lay the flat of your blade down against it as if you were aiming a crossbow instead. You speak the words, "Flare Bolt," and the weapon ignites into a vibrant white light. They're easily close enough to make the shot, and you feel confident of that. There's no reason to wait any longer. With a burst of energy, a projectile of flames rockets out from your weapon and collides directly with the chest of one of the men. He flies backwards, shouting in pain as his clothing burns away.

"Fuck! Fuck!" He starts patting himself out.

Again you say, "Flare--"

"This isn't worth it," the other says. "Let's get out of here!"

They scramble away and out of sight, leaving you and the girl alone.

She looks up to you with a heart-melting smile. "You saved me. You didn't have to do that."

The fire slowly fades from your weapon. Once it cools, you slide it back into the scabbard at your hip. "I would have felt pretty awful if I didn't. Why were they after you, and why are you dressed like that?"

"To be honest with you, I'm rather wealthy. They wanted my money. And some know me already."

"A noble?"

She nods. Slowly, she pulls down the hood, and opens the front of her robe to reveal her stunning figure. Silken gold locks flow down her head past her shoulders, and her skin is perfectly clear. You can't help but notice just how cute and innocent of an expression she has as well, which isn't at all what you expected from someone dressed so shady. It reminds you of Yin. She has a lovely dress that's pure white and tied with deep blue strings. It flows down barely to her knees, and her feet rest in decorated heels. Simple golden piercings sit in her ears, which match a thin chain around her neck, and two rings on her right hand. Though her outfit is simple, you can tell it's worth a lot. You can't imagine what she wears to a formal occasion.

The girl stands at only slightly shorter height than you do. Her legs are smooth and slender--body slim yet curvy. Her chest is prominent as well, and you need to keep yourself from glancing at her cleavage being held by the tightness of her dress around the chest.

She looks up to you with rosy cheeks. A breeze wafts through the alley, causing her dress and hair to flow like the waves of the sea. She holds a hand up to her head to keep loose hairs from getting in her eyes.

"Oh, uh. I'm Kyle Warren, by the way," you finally introduce yourself.

"A pleasure to meet you." She giggles and curtsies politely. "I am one of Cathy's younger sisters, Abigail. She gets upset when I sneak out, so please don't tell her what happened here."

"Cathy?"

"Oh. Sorry! Catherine II, I mean."

"... You're a princess?!"