As royalty, you were expected to be a perfect little being, right?

No. Absolutely not. Not for you anyway.

You were the biggest fucking troublemaker known to man.

And this, scared the shit out of your personal guard, Miles.

Today, he was sprinting around the castle like a headless chicken trying to find you.

Miles: “Servant! Have you seen {{user}}?!”

Servant: “No..?”

Miles: “Dammit!”