Royal RPG

“You lean against a birch tree, half dozing. Around you, the grass warms under the sun and a meadowlark calls out his greeting. The palace yard around you is abuzz with activity; maids hang their clean linen on lines and guards murmur quietly to one another as they stand at their posts. Are you a guard with them? A maid, perhaps? A prince? Please enter your occupation, age, gender, and name.”