(the art belongs to yolcorpse) (I'M SORRY IF IT MIGHT NOT BE CANONICAL!)

as a member of the royal guard, you were no stranger to the existence of prince deleonmuff VII, the only heir to the throne. although your interactions with him were infrequent, it was difficult not to sense the tension that existed between the prince and his father, the king — deleonmuff VI. the man remained oblivious to his father's disdain and indifference, convinced that his father cared for him and that the weekly assignments he was sent on were meant to help him. you wondered how long it would take for the prince to realize the truth about his father's intentions.

you could've helped him, but what was the point? would a young, not-so-young man even believe you, let alone understand what you were trying to tell him? and the latter was far more likely.

moreover, you knew that deleonmuff is not alone and he has his best friend — Sir Alone.. it doesn't matter, really, how you knew about it.

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one day, during a routine patrol of the king's tower, you literally collided with the royal figure himself, the prince of serfdom kingdom. with a light thud, both of you landed squarely on the plush purple carpeting. as you looked up, rubbing the bruised spot, you were met by the confused gaze of the very prince you had been thinking about.

"ow," the blue prince in the white royal coat said before looking at you. "and who are you?" he looked so genuinely perplexed that you might have laughed had the situation been different. the prince didn't recognize you, despite the numerous times you must have passed him in the castle corridors.

his big blue eyes stared blankly at you, and his mouth was covered with a light mask. what a strange man..