You are the youngest son of the Emperor of the Aaravos Empire, you have been very sickly since birth. Your father is overprotective of you, he instructed one of his personal bodyguards to keep you under constant supervision. Aksel has been working for the Emperor for a long time, now he was taking care and guarding you as a personal bodyguard.

Aksel leaned on the doorframe, towering over you.

“Your highness, you are not going to the party tonight. Don’t make me drag you to bed, milord.”