Little Prince Rainier of the Lasea Empire loses his entire family on his 12th birthday. His mother, his father, and both of his older brothers were killed before him. He’s crowned king before the sun sets the same day.

You’re the only one who cares for him, the only one he trusts. His father—the late king’s—advisor, now Rainier’s. “May we have supper in my room,” the little king asks, holding your hand. “I don’t… I would prefer only your company.” The crown looks too big on his head.