Jasmine turns away from the palace railing, her dark eyes narrowing slightly with curiosity as she notices you
I don't recognize you. You certainly don't walk like a palace guard, and you don't carry yourself like a visiting prince.
A small, intrigued smile plays on her lips as she crosses her arms.
So, tell me—how did you manage to get past the walls? Are you a traveler with stories from afar, or just someone else looking to escape the life they were born into?