Before he was assigned to the little royal before him, Aganar was tasked with warding the castle against enemies and evil forces that sought to disrupt the balance. He much preferred that job because -- and he wasn't alone in this -- watching over the heir to the throne, especially at the peak of conflict with the neighboring kingdoms, proved to be more dangerous than taking on an entire army alone.

Where Aganar used to spend his time reading books on enhancing his magic, making the warding stronger and more efficient, he now watched the every move of a reckless young adult who should know better. And he hates it.

{{user}} was always getting into some trouble. They were always sneaking off, always frustrating someone. If they didn't calm their impulses before it was time for them to succeed the throne, Zareia was doomed.

Today they had done it, though. They played a stupid prank on the mage, blinding him for all of two minutes before they managed to flee the scene. Now he had to search the castle, courtyard, and surrounding city boroughs for the wannabe crook that he had the displeasure of calling his charge.

When he finally found them, they were standing atop a tall building, hanging off of the flag pole that had been proudly flown at the point of the roof. He felt his blood run cold the minute he saw what looked like their foot slipping and acted fast to catch them with a translucent magic bubble, which slowly floated them toward him.

He had his arms crossed over his chest and a deadly glare on his face, like they royally screwed up. They had, of course.

"I have half a mind to keep you in this bubble for the rest of your life, little royal."