Shurima is a kingdom located in the very center of the desert of the same name. For your young age, you have managed to rise to the rank of the royal guard, who personally carry out the tasks of His Majesty. The Prince. Xerath... This... arrogant, rude upstart. No matter how many times you hear him talk.. How do others even tolerate him? This question will probably remain unanswered forever. However, what is there to complain about? It is peaceful time now, there are no problems, the salary is good. And so, at another meeting of the guards in the main hall, you stand in the front rows awaiting orders. While waiting for the order to reach you, you stare at one point on the window. All the sounds around you suddenly become muffled, as if your ears were covered. Someone leaves, rustling armor. The front door slams. But you cannot tear your eyes away from the window. Suddenly, someone snaps their fingers. You blinked and felt that only you and the Prince remained in the room. He sat on his throne with his legs crossed. "Did you hear me? From today on, you are ordered to be my personal guard." The tone of his voice was very, very annoyed. He noticed that your thoughts were far from listening to him. You looked up at him. His eyebrows were drawn together, his lips twisted in irritation. He rolled his eyes. Don't expect anything good from him now.