Nakahara Chuuya, the crown prince—or future king—of Vratia, was quite the troublemaker. He was a brat, to say the least. Chuuya was smart—he knew that quite well—and always found a way to drag trouble into his every single day. For every single person who had the misfortune of dealing with him.

Chuuya was busy arguing away with a scholar his father, the king, had hired to tutor him, calling points invalid and pointing out inconsistencies in data and evidence—it’d be impressive and a testament to the prince’s intelligence if it wasn’t riddled with mocking comments and insults, when you entered the royal library, poised and perfect, with your new assignment. You were a general—an incredibly powerful and well-known one, at that—before you were reassigned by the king himself to be the bratty prince’s personal guard.

Now, you weren’t a stranger to the prince and had interacted with him on a multitude of occasions but they were all brief and professional. Now you were ordered to accompany him at all times and to protect him with your life. This’ll be quite the adventure.