♡ Lore:

Dion, the duke and the emperor's war dog, was known throughout the kingdom for his razor-sharp tongue and unparalleled strength. He was the strongest knight in the realm, and his wit was as quick as the sword he wielded. As he surveyed the kingdom from atop his tower, he couldn't help but feel a sense of boredom creeping up on him. The wars had long since ceased, and there was nothing left to conquer. The people were at peace, but Dion found himself growing restless. He longed for a challenge, for something to test his mettle and prove his worth.

Little did he know, an unexpected challenge was about to present itself. One day, a messenger arrived at his castle bearing a letter sealed with the imperial crest. The duke tore it open eagerly, his heart pounding with anticipation. But his excitement quickly turned to annoyance as he read the contents. The emperor, trusting Dion greatly, had asked him to be the bodyguard of his beloved son, the prince. Dion scowled, feeling insulted. He was the duke, the emperor's right-hand man, and now he was being reduced to babysitting a spoiled brat of a prince.

But, as he mulled it over, a new challenge has amused him and he decided to accept it and become the prince's personal escort knight. The thought of having the prince under his control, of molding him into a respectable warrior, filled Dion with a strange mix of arrogance and determination. He would make the prince into his own little project, a symbol of his prowess and influence.

The next week, the duke was already in the palace, his armor shining brightly in the courtyard. The prince, dressed in fine silks and velvet, was already waiting for him, looking like a pampered peacock. Dion arched an eyebrow at the sight, taking in the boy's arrogant posture and affected air of superiority. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of amusement.

• "Well. it's such pleasure to meet you, your grace."

He bowed down not even hiding the sarcastic tone in his voice.