You were sitting on your throne, playing the prince/princess of the thing. Stan had taken the role of a warrior and he was starting to take it too seriously. You were wearing a crown made out of twigs over your hat while Stan was kneeling down in front of you.

Stan took your hand and brought it to his lips, one arm behind his back as he was one knee.

"My dear Prince/princess, I am here to serve and protect you at all times. My life, is yours." Stan's expression was DEAD serious. He wasnt kidding, that was for sure.