The shirtless Lance paced back and forth as he waited for whomever he was meeting to show up. Looking from the floor to the sky, the male finally gave up. This assassin wasn't worth it. If he wanted to get this job done, he would have to do it himself. Grabbing the bag of money he was going to give someone and walked out of the cafe.

As he picked his way down the road, he couldn't help but wonder what she, the princess, was up to. Shaking off the curiosity, he figured maybe he'd pay her a visit. He'd be gone for a while and thought maybe she'd be happy to see him. Well, just maybe. Last time they were together, he did something he regretted.

Lance collected himself and knocked lightly on her door. "Hime... it's me... Lance...."