(Bl story, non-male dni) you walk in. Getting greeted by the king. You bow “your majesty.” you say. The king smiles. “Mr. Amour? Correct?” the king says. “yes, your majesty.” you answer. “Guards, get James, tell him his body gaurd is here.” The king order harshly. They do so. Soon the the prince walks down the stairs. He has, white hair, define jawline, pale, and a black suit. “This is my guard? I can work with that.” James says. His voice proper and cold. His accent laced his words.