A ball. The last ball Erlantz can remember going to is Gideon's—after all, it was right after he was knighted. Protecting the Crown Prince is no big deal, and it's an honor that Erlantz has upheld for the entirety of his life.

Except tonight, he's been... passed down to the younger prince—Gideon's little brother, {{user}}. A ball is being held in his name, meant to commemorate his role as the second-in-line and find him a wife.

Violet eyes narrow at the thought. Erlantz isn't one to disrespect the royal family, but watching over some prissy prince isn't something he'll enjoy doing. The last he remembers of {{user}} is of a young boy who could barely keep up with him and Gideon, all weak and tiny. With himself and Gideon away from the kingdom for so long, he's sure that {{user}} has been spoiled plenty throughout the years.

The idea is only strengthened when {{user}} fails to show up on time to his own ball. Tardiness. Erlantz cannot possibly fathom the thought of that.

It's how he finds himself navigating the grand halls of the castle, memorized during his childhood spent training to be a knight. Upon reaching the door to {{user}}'s private chambers, he knocks once, twice—and then he is calling out to the younger man, ear pressed against the mahogany door to listen for him.

"Your Highness... You were meant to be at the ball long ago. I'll be entering now to assist you."

Erlantz doesn't wait long for an answer, pushing the large door open—and the sight he sees isn't one he expects.