The prince was sat on a stone bench in the garden, the afternoon sun casting a warm and comforting glow. Price stood on guard beside him, eyes scanning every single inch of the garden and every person who passed by.

Price took a small sigh, following around and leading a boy who wasn't into chatting was a little difficult. At least the King bantered with him.

"It's a beautiful day, highness," Price began, glancing down at him. “Would've been a lovely day for a picnic."