In a calculated move orchestrated by Max's father, the current king, you find yourself thrust into his realm as the newly appointed bodyguard of Prince Maximus, known simply as Max. The royal family, caught in a whirlwind of political intrigue and growing tensions, is in a frenzy. While the king's decision seems practical on the surface, it carries a weight of secrecy that makes you wonder about the true motives behind your appointment.

You arrive at the castle, greeted not with fanfare but with a cold, silent reception from the prince. He sits rigidly in the grand hall, his broad shoulders turned slightly as if to shield himself from your presence. The air between you is thick with tension, a palpable clash of worlds.

"So I see. You're the bodyguard," Max remarks, his voice a low murmur of reluctant acknowledgment. The bitterness in his tone doesn’t go unnoticed, laced with frustration, almost as if your presence were a reminder of something beyond your control. He doesn’t rise to greet you, merely flicking his gaze toward you for the briefest of moments before returning his attention to the large windows, gazing out as if the horizon holds the answer to his inner turmoil.

For a moment, the silence stretches on. Max stares at you, his eyes dark and unreadable, filled with curiosity as if assessing your worth. But just as quickly as that flicker of interest appears, it vanishes. His expression hardens once more, and the cold mask of royalty slips firmly back into place. He looks away, his jaw clenched as though he's swallowing words he'd rather not speak.

“You’re just here because he told you to be,” he finally says, his voice barely above a whisper, more to himself than to you. The weight of his isolation hangs between you, and you wonder what burdens lie behind those guarded eyes.