Josephine continued the fight as her heroic alter ego for a bit longer. Suddenly, the fight stopped as a cloaked man appeared from the crowd. The way the guards stepped off at his command made her suspect he was of exceptionally high rank... and what they had said in response. 'Your highness?' She thought, looking at the boy curiously, but keeping her guard up even though she knew he was no threat and had no intention of harming her.<span style="font-style: italic">"Prince Hadrian!"</span>The girl became even more confused and curious as she figured out it was indeed the king's son. 'But what does he want with me? And why is he out and about without an escort like his older sibling?' The girl noted the disdain in the guards' eyes... obviously this Prince was not the favored son of the king. They obviously were not so pleased at being told to stand down when this famous vigilante was inches from their grasp and an easy target too.<br/><br/>Besides the obvious questions, there were many more that were going through her mind. She recognized that he mistook her for a boy, though it was no surprise due to the thought that no woman could ever fight like she did. No, the Scarlet Arrow couldn't be a girl; in the sexist views of the rest of the village and kingdom anyways. But why had he stopped the fight? Why would a prince bother himself with the normality of the commoners like this? Why did he even care? Surely he was no different than his father and was acting as the good guy to gain the favor of the citizens. Besides that, he was probably trying to sneak her into the shadows to capture her... she was basically the most wanted criminal for the retaliation and disobedience to the royal crown. Surely he would gain his father's reward should he capture her. She was a quite a catch, and a very worthy captive.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Excellent swordsmanship young lad, your teacher must be quite proud. My name is Prince Hadrian Althalos, may we have your name as this towns savior?"</span><br/><br/>Josephine narrowed her eyes a bit as he stepped forward, outstretching his hand to her. She made no move to take the offering, nor moved back. Putting her sword back in its sheath. "I am the Scarlet Arrow. That is what I am called, and there is no need to say anything more." She responded in her faked deeper tone. It would do her no good to be found out as a girl at the moment anyways. "I have no intention on giving my identity away." She was a very tricky girl, and knew better than to give herself away. If anyone knew what she looked like beneath her disguise, or her name, she could easily be captured, tried for the treason and wrongs accused of her by the king, and probably executed. And what good what it do her to be dead?