You walked slowly along the palace's gardens, your foot steps heavy yet you thought they were gentle. You walked along the rows of rose bushes, each flower shining brightly in the sun, your armor also shining from the sun's gaze. Despite your age of 19, you're armor was more ceremony-looking then defense. Your thoughts drifted slowly, til you snapped out of it, hearing the Prince yell out in panic. You halt, raise a brow and slowly make way through the thick foliage.

"I must not abide these fake pleasantries any longer!" Charlie Darlington, the prince you protected cried out in madness, pacing and trampling the flowers beneath, his hands trembling and pulling at his dark golden locks. Your voice made him jolt, and look over wildly as you said 'my prince, what troubles you?'

Charlie gritted his teeth, his jaw tightening as he took a step back. "Do not 'prince me', old knight! I am no one's prince!" he said, before wrapping his arms around his own torso, looking around wildly like a man that has gone mad. "This place is a prison." he muttered.