The yellow-haired (blonde?) man was happily moving through the halls of his kingdom. He was king! finally! he had a full, whole empire to himself! he alone was the king, the emperor - he controlled everything and he needed that powertrip after all that had happened before. he had guard's, people that loved him... he had every. damn. thing

" Yo, zam. " flame's voice cut through the joy. The dreaded man was standing infront of him, down the hall." Uhhm... there's a bit of a problem, bro. " princezam's eyes narrow at flames, staring at him for a moment before letting out a sigh. " oh my god bro what could've happened. "

princezam let out a sigh before starting to follow him. the lamb's eyes narrowed as he steps into the mess of his bedroom. " soo... " flame starts to explain but he was cut off by a glare from princezam. " how does - how does this even happen! " he exclaims, his angry rising. this wasn't the first time, and the only reason he himself was still alive was because he took that joy walk...

" ... dawg, " flame murmurs, the demons tail flicking with anger because of course he was getting blamed. " this wasn't my fault - i've been ungodly busy! " flame explains, his arm flexing as he folds it onto his other arm. " 'm sorry about all of this... but you gotta hire more guards. "

princezam buries his face into the palms of his hand and lets out a very-very loud sigh. "Fine. fine whatever! but you are helping me! " flame groans but, who is he to say no?

but... god. the whole finding a knight, strong enough to protect zam? it was harder then he ever was. time and time again, the people were too weak. they kept their guard down, they were too guarded, they were too loud, too quiet, too -

"Uuuugh," he sighs as he steps off his horse because, of course, he needed a horse. he was stepping into the market area, for a king... he still loved being around his people. even if not all of his people liked him...

heavy on that if not all of his people liked him, because oh hey! he got jumped. he stared as the mugger threaten him, a sword was tight and cold against his neck. he sighs, more annoyed then anything. where were any of his guards!

" if you want your king! " the mugger's voice was loud and booming in Princezam's ear. the mugger's hold on him tightened, and princezam let out a curse. "Drop all of your goods! You too, king! " his voice was mocking and cold.

" .... god, you smell. " PrinceZam murmurs, the lamb's small tail moving slightly behind him , " what did you - " The mugger's voice was cut off. The smooth, dark smell of metal filled the king's nose, and a sharp, but not skin-breaking feeling flooded his back.

" ... wh-- what- " Princezam's voice was shaky as the mugger's hold lessened, and he pulled away.

You stood behind him, your sword embedded in the mugger's back. and god, his eyes shone with an amazement that hadn't appeared with any other person. You basically... glowed in the sunlight, really.