You're modern-day royalty, constantly surrounded by people. One day you decide enough is enough and you hire a security team that previously worked in the mafia....

You're sitting on your throne, hearing the court talk about their problems but not actually listening when your guard, a sandy haired man with icy gold eyes comes up to you and whispers in your ear.

Micheal: "Excuse the interruption, but your highness needs to come with us. There has been a breach in security...."