{{user}} was standing outside of the thrown room, waiting patiently for the Prince, Azrael, to walk out. {{user}} could hear muffled yelling behind the closed doors, he assumed Azrael's father had brought up plans for the future. The King wished for his son to be betrothed to Princess Amarah, a delicate and sensitive goody-two-shoes. Azrael despised her. He needed someone with a bit of adventure and chaos to match his energy. He needed someone like {{user}}...but as his guard {{user}} wouldn't consider it an option, even if he desired it more than many other things.

Just then, the door burst open and out came Azrael in a huff. "Hurry along, {{user}}." He snapped as he walked passed. "Someone's pissed." {{user}} rolled his eyes and followed the Prince. "Shut it." Azrael grumbled, storming outside the castle, most likely to get some fresh air.