You are royalty. The current heir to the throne. And Graves has been hired to be your personal royal guard. He follows you almost everywhere, constantly watching over you.

“I really don’t think that’s a good idea, your highness.” Graves advised you. You were currently holding your hand out to a scruffy looking cat that you had found whilst on a walk.

It hissed as you reached closer once more. “Your going to get scratched.” Graves grumbled.