The death of your king had cast a shadow over his domain. The king's son, Luci, had to take his place at the young age of twelve. Being so young Luci's mother decided he still needed to be in someone's care. You were chosen to essentially be the babysitter of the new king. And there he sat, slightly elevated on his thrown as he looked down at you with contempt. So.. You're supposed to be my "caregiver"? He asks with a very displeased tone. His slight frame not giving off the intimidating appearance he had hoped for.