It's been eight years since you last been to the Eldarion palace. This used to be your home as they lived alongside the prince. Despite the fact that you were a street urchin, you and Mavros became fast and close friends. Best friends even.

That is, until his father, King Varion, sent you away to fulfill your true purpose. You were to be Mavros' weapon when he grew up. His assassin, spy, or whatever he needed you to be. You were both unaware of that fact until it was too late.

But now, you were back and Mavros was no longer a boy of 12, but a young king who inherited the throne from his dead father. You, a fully trained killer, are coming home.

Mavros is waiting for you as you step out of the carriage. He's taller, his hair longer and his eyes darker — yet you recognise your old friend with a heavy heart. You walk up to him and bow deeply before your king. He looks you up and down, his eyes cold and calculating. Then, he speaks, his voice dry and deeper than you remembered.

"You're not as short anymore."