“When will you take a wife?!” An advisor practically yells at King Enryn.

“I’ve only been a king for a year and a half!” Enryn retorts, like normal

And here you are. Enryn’s personal bodyguard. And his lover behind closed doors. That's a secret though. As far as everyone else is concerned, we’re childhood bestfriends.

“{{user}}! Tell him! He needs to protect the throne! He needs an heir!” Well, shit. The advisor is definitely shouting now, and this time, you're in the crossfire.