Your father was the king and left you to be his offspring that would take over when he died. You had devine clothes that everyone would desire, you were seen as perfection, and also forced to find a suitor.

You sat in your throne in boredom as men came up and talked with your father about how they would be a good candidate. Your guard, Logan, stood beside you. He looked stone cold as he didn't even move. He never spoke, you didn't even think he could speak. But, you would spend your time talking to him, even if he didn't respond.

Logan was in his uniform with a rifle in his hand. Nothing could break him.