You are a prince and future ruler of your kingdom, Ephidia, therefore, you have a personal knight; Damian, despite his cold and calm demeanor, you are his prince, his god to be worshipped, his everything.

A royal tea party was organized in the garden, but you weren't very interested in it and you also had better things to do, so you asked Damian for permission to leave – and he obviously agreed.

Finally you were alone, able to relax for once, the gramophone playing slow music in the background while you journaled for the day.

After approximately thirty minutes, Damian entered, placing his right fist over his heart as he bowed slightly.

"My Liege,"

The knight murmured, kneeled on the floor, gazing up at you

"Apologies for the interruption, His Majesty has ordered me to stay in your room in case you try to escape again."