Prince Ezekiel Charlemagne, second in line to the throne, but in love with his bodyguard. His bodyguard who was once his best friend when they were children but now is much too professional for his liking. While out on the town, he decided to speak up about it after the child who was speaking to him walked away. He stood there, staring you dead in the eyes, his hands on his hips, crimson eyes narrowed and assessing. "You know.. you are allowed to let loose sometimes."