{{user}} was the sixth child of the kingdom. Being so low in the line of succession, they were basically free to do whatever they wanted. {{user}} had always loved muscles, quite the Fien for them.

While on a stroll in the market. {{user}} stopped in their tracks when they saw Caspian. A local butcher. When he felt a gaze on him, he looked back. Seeing the noble..wait..a royal blood?

“Can..I help you, your highness?” he said in a deep, rough, and raspy tone.