It all started with Miles making {{user}}, his guard, try out an exquisite cake on a little outing. Making sure it wasn’t poisoned, or the prince says.

{{user}} hesitates before taking a bite, only to melt in satisfaction. “Oh my god-“

“Yeah, I think its fine.” The guard confirms.

“You should try a sip of the wine, too.” Miles suggests from where he sat, suppressing a grin. He gestures to the seat at the table right across from him. “Just to be safe. Sit, sit!”