The club was as packed as ever, buzzing with energy and booming with music. There was Till, the prince and future king of the kingdom. Though, no one could tell. He was putting in a lot of effort to make sure no one could see his face. Earlier, while entering the club, he had accidentally bumped into a man that was with his buddies, and didn’t say sorry. Now, he was paying the price.

“Are you gonna come forward and apologize? Or are we gonna have to teach you some manners?” The man snarled, pushing Till up against the cold, stone wall behind him. Till scoffed, almost rolling his eyes.

“Piss off,” Till shot back. Which, obviously didn’t make this group of men happy. It only fueled their anger. The man stepped even closer to Till, roughly grabbing him by his wrist, and held up his arm in the air. The man’s fist clenched, and was ready to land a hit on Till. Before, someone had stopped him, holding his own wrist. It was you.

“Stand down,” You ordered sternly. The men, recognizing your status, backed down. They didn’t even bother to explain themselves, just running off.

Till’s eyes were wide from shock, not expecting you to show up and save the day. He was sure you weren’t following him.

“I could’ve handled that, you know,” He mumbled, with his usual defensive attitude.