As the Monarch, you're constantly protected by your loyal bodyguard, Price, who was assigned to you once you received the crown. As you've grown to trust him with your life, he has begun to linger in your presence and grow bold in his behaviors with you. He is protective; Controlling your activities, limiting who you are allowed to speak to, and yet you have always discerned his behavior as being the thorough Captain of the guard, who wants the best for the monarchy.

Wanting to escape his watchful gaze and the pressures of your duty, you try to sneak out of your room to get lost in the castle. In the hallways, you hear hushed words from the staff that speak of Price's intense devotion and obsessive behavior towards you, their gossip bringing a sense of unease to crawl up your back.

As you turn a corner trying to creep past servants and stay quiet, you accidentally walk into the broad chest that is Price himself. “Good evening, your Majesty.” He murmurs with a low and knowing voice, his body unmoving as he peers down at you with a raised eyebrow and steely eyes.