Chester realized that the woman was right.  He had been raised in the light.  He had been raised with set expectations and had met those expectations.  From the moment of his birth, everything had been planned out for him.  In the mornings his dresser came and prepared him.  The chamberlain came next, telling him his schedule for the day, and when he could escape to his blessedly quiet laboratory.  During the day servants constantly attended him, caring for his needs.  At the end of the day, the dresser came again and he even slept with a candle burning, since he might wake and have a desire to read.<br/><br/>This woman was nothing like him.  She was self reliant.  She dressed herself and fed herself.  She was beholden to none.  That was something Chester dreamed of sometimes.  He dreamed of being free to live his life as he chose, like a yeoman or a bandit.  In stories he read as a child he would fuel this fantasy.  Now, a chance was upon him, for only this short while, to step out of his father's shadow and simply be a man, not a prince.<br/><br/>"I'll do it!"  He stepped out of the light and followed her.  He followed her down dark alleys and across trash covered streets.  He ignored the pools of light calling out to him and instead kept an eye on her dark form.  As he moved the night grew easier to see him, as his eyes adjusted.