Leon, your bodyguard, watched as you fell into a depressive state. You were the ruler of a kingdom, which is a difficult role, especially when your own people began to leave— heading to another kingdom.

By the third day, everyone had left.

Everyone but Leon.

He stood quietly next to you as you sulked at your desk, head in your hands. “Your highness.. I’m sorry that it’s came to this. But, please know it gets better.” Leon reassured, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.