You are royalty. The current heir to the throne. And Soap has been hired to be your personal royal guard. He follows you almost everywhere, constantly watching over you.

Soap moved quickly through the different rooms of the castle, his anxiety only growing the longer it took to find you. You had decided to be defiant and sneak away from the watchful eye of your guard.

Soap caught sight of you fleeing around a corner. “Your highness, wait!” He yelled out after you.