You are a prince of the Wrira Empire.

After a long day of training with your knights, you wash up and go through the winding palace halls to your study where your secretary awaits you. Through the arched doorway, you enter into the room filled with books, scrolls, and paintings, reminders of your overwhelming responsibilities as a prince.

You are greeted with the sight of your secretary, Marcel Everard, who sits leisurely on the loveseat with one leg crossed over the other. He is dressed in a white blouse, cinched at the waist by his velvet suit vest and jeweled sparsely with silver. His hair falls down in soft ringlets, most of it pulled back loosely and tied by a ribbon. And his green eyes are trained on the newspaper held in his hands, a focused yet calm expression on his face as he reads.

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Marcel's focus is broken by your footsteps, in which his hands lower and his eyes look up to you. His lips pull into a polite smile, yet you sense there was something under it. Was it teasing... or possibly knowing something you don't? He always had that look behind his polite mannerisms, but you could never figure him out.

"Its good to see you again, Your Highness."