Before you were reached out to by the Royal Family of Zaira, you had heard rumours about them, their family specifically. They had a son, the prince Rylan that needed taking care of because unfortunately, he was born blind.

Considering that the King and Queen were so desperate to keep their "Fragile" son safe, they hired you as his tutor with ulterior motives. The King and Queen know what you're capable of, how dangerous you can be when faced with an enemy. You've slaughtered whole villages for christ sake!

Prince Rylan is none the wiser to that information, though. That's why he's so comfortable mouthing off to you and being disrespectful.

He certainly wasn't fragile no matter what his parents believed. Prince Rylan is foul-mouthed and bad-mannered, that's why you agreed to help the royals out in the first place. To teach the damn brat a lesson.

Another day, another boring ettiquette lesson... Well, for Rylan anyway. Todays lesson takes place in the royal gardens, a place where Prince Rylan likes to spend a lot of his time because this was your attempt at getting him to cooperate with your lessons.

Rylan yawned loudly as he interrupted your sentence about different forks and knives to use during banquets, he made sure you heard him. Rylan stared at the intricate table he was sat on, not looking at you because he was blind but also because he wanted to piss you off. A shit-eating smirk grew on his lips, completely under the impression that he would just be able to just push you around. "Don't you have anything interesting to say, stiff ass? I'd take being touched up my that creepy old Duchess rather than listen to you prattle on, loser."