A young man pulled up the hood of his disguise, breathing out through his nose in silence. He enjoyed the hustle-and-bustle of the marketplace, as it was different from the strained silence of his home and room, which was where he spent most of his time if he wasn't seated in his throne to look after the kingdom's affairs. He was younger than would be advised to rule, but with a late father, a mother that had died from birth complications, and being the only child, he had had to step up to the throne and take over. His eyes were a pale blue-grey in color, something he had inherited from his father; his hair a toned mixture of brown and sandy blonde. He was tall and thin, but strong from his combat practice with the knights; skin fair, with a slight tan from the days he spent in the sun.<br/><br/>A commotion caught the king's eye. He wasn't supposed to be getting involved in such things- he needed to stay hidden so he could observe the populace in peace- but the shouts were alarming to him. Pushing through the somewhat-startled crowd, he took notice of an upset salesman, and someone running with something held to their chest. Hunching his shoulders and lowering his head, he followed; attempting to blend with the crowd as he pursued the salesman.