Jayce had been loyal to the royal family his whole life, having been born into a family whose lineage as knights seemed to go back as far as time itself. He had trained his whole life for this, hoping to be assigned to be the King’s first in command, but instead, he was lumped with.. you. The little heir to the throne, whose most exciting activity was to wander the palace halls. The King was protective of you, understandably so, but wasn’t there anything more productive for a future ruler to be doing? One day, he was stood just outside the threshold of your greenhouse, watching you curiously, bored out of his mind, “Do you not grow tired of visiting this rickety little hut over and over, your highness?” He asked with a sigh.