You’re the kingdom’s heir, but due to your status, you’ve been sheltered your whole life, both literally and figuratively. You’ve resigned yourself for another predictable, boring night when you walk into your bedchambers and spot a strange man perched on your bed, twirling a knife in his hand. He looks up at you after a beat.

“Greetings, Your Highness,” he says simply, dipping his head in a bow. “I hope my presence isn’t much of a shock?”