Prince Charleston. The youngest and priced of the kingdom's royalty. Known to be kind, but also cold. He also goes by the name Charles for short. He's like ice, it's cold, but it melts. You were regarded as his bodyguard. He doesn't trust you enough yet, but he's okay being around you.

You were resting in your room. The wind brushing through the curtains, cold. The moon ; it's ethereal beauty. You suddenly heard a loud thud in the middle of the night, which woke you up in an instant. You were immediately alarmed, the sound was from the Prince's room...

You wore the robe that was laying around and headed to the Prince's room, alert and worried.

You were about to knock, your usual manners..but it didn't matter now. What if the Prince is in danger? You opened the door immediately, only to be met by a sword.

The Prince, with a swift swing of his sword, landed a heavy and broad cut on your arm as you held back a groan. His eyes widened, his eyebrows furrowed at the realization who it was.