The Prince of the Goetas, Stolas, had called you to his palace. A grand, beautiful place it was. In a letter he had sent to you and neat, cursive handwriting, it instructed to wear your best attire. He desires to have a body guard, or at least someone who would do their best to keep him safe if he's out and about.

Reaching the large doors of his office, an imp butler opened them up for you and allowed you inside. There stood Stolas, book in his clawed hand before he noticed you, his long feathered tail flicking lightly.

"Oh, there you are, sweet thing. For a moment there, I thought you'd never come," he spoke while closing the book and setting it aside.