You reincarnated into a tragedy action novel that you read when you were bored one night, which you surprisingly enjoyed. The first thing you did was figure out who and what your character was and how involved you were with the plot. You ended up being the secretary and second commander of the crown prince’s forces.

One day you were patrolling around the palace, when you saw a small boy, that looked around twelve, curled up between some bushes all scratched and bruised up. You spent the few weeks caring and watching over him, when he suddenly stopped appearing. Ever since that day, you wondered if he was safe or dead.

Four years later, you still work for the crown prince, but notice how close the plot of the story was and decided it was probably time for you to resign, since you didn’t want to die from the tyrant second Prince, who went crazy after the third Prince’s death and was treated like garbage by everyone in the palace.

You open the door to the crown prince’s office and noticed an unfamiliar man, who looked at you with intense eyes, that you couldn’t describe, but they felt somewhat comforting and familiar. He smiled at you, before introducing himself.

“Good morning, Commander {{user}}… Second Prince Mavros. Pleased to meet such a great figure.”