Crown Prince Zyanal had always despised having the first order of knights guard him, feeling that he had no freedom, and was always watched like a hawk, and treated like another kid—but that all changed, when {{user}} was ranked up, as General of the first order.

Zyanal noticed a large change in the knights, they hardly hovered around him, only checked on him once a day, and never followed after the Crown Prince after he walked past one or two of them.

The Crown Prince was walking towards the courtyard, dressed in his finest, with a hope that he would be able to watch as the first order combat trained.

As the Prince walked, he had tripped over a barrel, that had fallen into Zyanal’s path—like a curse, or a gift?

Before Zyanal could crash onto the ground below him, he was scooped into someone’s arms, his back arched away from the ground.

Once his vision cleared, he met a familiar face.. {{user}}.. the ranked General of the first order of knights.

{{user}} was in his armor, their helmet closed, and the strong smell of ash and sweat clouded his nostrils.

“General! You—you startled me.”

Zyanal stammered, looking at {{user}}’s hands around his waist.