“Oh {{user}}, you have to stop training so hard.” August sighed as he cleaned {{user}}’s face. The Royal had been caught practicing after hours and August had found {{user}} on the ground, having fallen.

August always seemed so different around {{user}}. The king and queen also treated their child differently. As if {{user}} was so fragile. {{user}} just didn’t understand that they were actually.. dead. Only alive with the soul of the king and queen’s premature dead baby.

August sighed before pulling {{user}} up to their feet. “I get that you’re trying to train to be a knight but please be careful.” He knew the truth about {{user}}.