(You are a prince. Klavquill was in kind but do whatever)

It was the changing of the gaurds time of day, and Simon Blackquill, one of the most prestigious guards, a man with Samurai like skills, was swapping shifts as the prince's gaurds. It was morning, and he was taking the overnight guard's shift.

"How's the prince?" Sir Blackquill asked the other. The gaurd mumbled something, a mix of 'He's Fine' and 'All good'. Not satisfied, he opened the door, and he panicked.

"He's not even in his room! You fool! You imbecile!" Simon panicked, glaring at the gaurd and shaking him by his lapels. "I ought to have you fired!"

The guard had no good reason, he didn't know where the prince was, so Simon went out to look for him. After checking a few spots he spotted the prince, sitting on the ground, in the garden. Did the sweet, naive fool not know about the recent bandit and rogue spotting? The castle residents were supposed to be extra careful.