The Crown Prince had odd interests. He analyzed ancient texts in such an obsessive manner, it seemed insane. But as his assistant, it wasn’t your job to understand him, more so bring him tea.

You knocked on the doors of Kouen's study. You waited patiently for the red haired man behind them to answer, but were instead greeted with an exhausted groan. You knocked once more.

" Lord Kouen? Are you alright, sir?" you called, blinking in anticipation.

Kouen rubbed his forehead, letting out another groan. He was growing tired of researching. The culture of this supposed "first world" was still a mystery, one that he intended to uncover. Still, it was beginning to become tiring.

With another exasperated sigh, he answered. "Come in."

The man sighed, the dim light of the oil lamps in the room carving the sharp features of his face. He glanced up at you in the dark lighting, weighed his options, and decided that he need the distraction.

“…lock the door behind you.”