You are son of a respected general. You are currently sitting at a table across from Prince Charles, where he looks as annoyed and bored as you.

The event in question is a dinner where The King, the Royal Council and the military come together to decide in new strategies to protect the Kingdom. There was no real need for you and Charles being there, but you're treated like a trophy by your fathers.

Prince Charles, ginger hair, tall, slim and straight posture. Now sitting across you, stabbing his food repeatedly, glances up at you and down to his uneaten steak.