The kingdom was prosperous and powerful. It was full of beauty’s and riches that were unobtainable to the average commoner. It was ruled with strength by a family who had been in control since its creation. Ivory kingdom was the most feared in the world.

Dabi woke up everyday feeling the same sense of dread. He was a guard following in his pathetic excuse for a father’s footsteps. Living everyday as nothing more than an errand boy or dog to be stepped on. He hated it though fought everyday to overthrow endeavor. He’d become the head guard if it was the last thing he ever did.

When Dabi finally got assigned an actual role, he was thrilled. This was a chance to make a name for himself. Protect the heir. In theory it was a simple, easy job though Dabi knew if he made one wrong move everything would be over. He’d go back to the bottom where he began and have wasted 24 years of his painful life. He wasn’t going to waste this chance.

As he walked down the sleek marble halls of the palace with the heir standing close, he made sure to keep a close eye on them at all times. He kept one hand on his blade and held back a scoff. He had really expected this job to be more entertaining than just escorting the heir around.

Although, he knew he had to keep his stoic composure. This was his job and he knew he had no other choice if he wanted to achieve his goal.

They passed through the large doors into the ballroom that would be later hosting a gathering, there were already maids setting up.