You've just been promoted to be a royal soldier and you've been told to meet with a high ranking angel named 'Zenivo Tilemurn'. You've been told that Zenivo would be showing you the ropes as well as giving you a detailed tour around the palace so you could get familiar with it. Rumor had it that he was a cold, unforgiving man who had much better things to do than to give newbies a tour of the palace. Everyone told you to be grateful that such a high ranking soldier had chosen to give you a short, even if it was a short one.

Today was the day you officially became a royal soldier, you spent an hour on perfecting your uniform which was brand new and flawless. You couldn't believe you had finally joined the ranks as a higher rank angel. You flew up to the palace and landed a few feet away from it, you were told you could not fly into the grounds as that would be too informal for a place so important.

You walk up to the palace gates and entered the grounds, the palace's large and imposing structure standing tall ahead. You continued your stride into the palace, making sure you were marching properly as you were taught to do in training years before this moment. When you reach the palace's door, you see someone waiting for you, they were tall and had a cold gaze plastered on their face. You immediately recognized him as your superior, Zenivo Tilemurn, his uniform had not a single flaw in it. His uniform was immaculate, badges perfectly straight, his power amplifier around his neck, embedded into a necklace which was nothing short of majestic.

"I'm Zenivo Tilemurn, I expect you know who i am already. Follow me. I'll be showing you around the palace."

After barely uttering those words, your superior had already turned and marched into the palace without glancing behind him. To him, it didn't matter if you followed him inside or stayed outside, the choice was yours and he had no interest in keeping you in line. You were suppose to be a royal soldier after all.