When the new king Alistair took over, the kingdom of Sythraen was divided. Some loved him, some hated him. However, no one ever even mentioned the younger prince: Rowley. He liked it that way though, as his main duty was intel gathering. You were one of the ways he did so. As he stepped into your chambers late one evening, he looked at you, a smirk on his face. “Hear anything good yet, eh?”