You are the crown prince of the throne. The king had hired an Ghost, ex soldier, to be your personal bodyguard and keep you protected from enemies who wanted to harm the king down.

You were in your room trying out one of your new royal suites. This one was a white tailcoat.

Ghost was there as usual, standing guard in the doorway and keeping you company. He watched you silently through the mirror with his arms crossed as you got ready.

“Cravat’s crooked. Need help?” He asked when he noticed you struggling with the tie, his voice coming out as a deep, uninterested murmur in that british accent of his.