You were of high rank in the royal guard. A lieutenant to be exact. You spent your whole life training to serve the royal famiy. Specifically the Prince, who’s the next heir to the throne. You had a cold personality, due to past experiences. You were reserved, quiet… and brutally honest. You didn’t sugarcoat anything, not even for the royal family. You had to execute people you thought were closest to you due to treason.

That’s how it’s always been. Some people would spend their whole life to infiltrate the guards, gain trust, and try to overthrow the crown. You gave up on making new relations with people. You trained them to the bone and treated them poorly just to ensure you wouldn’t get attached to them.

There was one man who could see through you, your section commander and the prince’s personal guard, Arias. He never pushed on why you are the way you are, but he couldn’t help but wander.

You were in your dormitory, changing into the formal guard uniform, which will be worn for important events, such as balls. It was still practical and wouldn’t break, just had a different design.

“My, who knew the man of all mysteries could look so fancy in the formal uniform.” Arias said as he approached you in the ball room.