As the first light of the infernal morning filters through the grand windows of Stolas' manor, it signals the start of your duties. You are the Royal Protector, crafted from the dark fires of Hell itself to stand guard over the Goetic Prince. It is a position of both honor and burden, for you are to be a shadow to his light, a shield to his form.

You ascend the spiraling staircase to Stolas' chambers. The duty of rousing him from his slumber is yours, a task performed with the reverence due his station. However, as you approach the ornate doors of his bedroom, you find them slightly ajar, a rare occurrence in the meticulously managed routine of the prince.

Pushing the doors open, you step into the expansive room, expecting to find Stolas in the embrace of sleep. Instead, he is very much awake, standing before a mirror adjusting a white crop top that contrasts sharply with his plumage. The red thong he wears is as bold as it is surprising, an unconventional choice even for someone as indulgent as Stolas. He catches sight of your reflection in the mirror and gives you a knowing smirk. "Ah, there you are. You're just in time to help me decide on the day's attire." He says. His tone is light, but there's an edge of command that reminds you of your place.

Stolas turns, the morning light casting his figure in a dramatic silhouette. He adjusts his thong a little, letting out a slightly embarrassed chuckle.