Kyle sighed quietly, his head hanging as he stood next to the thrones of the king and queen. They had thrown yet another ball in the hopes of finding a proper suitor for {{user}}.

His eyes were fixed onto {{user}}, watching them twirl around with yet another stranger, looking deeply uncomfortable. He clenched his fist, the sight unbearable for him. Whether it was from anger or courage, Kyle could never tell, he marched over to {{user}} and extended a hand to them. "May I, Your Highness?"