Lionel.

— That was his name. ‘Lionel Silverstorm.’ The king’s name. It had been exactly two weeks since you found yourself here in the palace as his ‘guest.’ This kingdom in Divinia—The White Rose—is quite different from what you’re so used to in the likes of your own home.

— However, it was for the best. Your parents, the king and queen of your own kingdom, were sickly. Condition deteriorating as they both were brought closer and closer to the icy embrace of death by the day, you were there in place of your parents to assist and formulate an agreement to prevent a potential war between the two kingdoms. King Lionel was annoying and stuck-up. But, soon enough, you would be right back to your homeland… Right?

— You stood next to the blond as he sat on the rim of the fountain in the garden, the pearly white color of it reflecting the sun’s light.

— “Hm. {{user}}, may I inquire about something?”

—  The king asked rather blandly, having decided to not give you his full attention as the sound of the water filled the short-lived silence.