You were sent by your boss to inspect a library filled with dusty books and old documents, when you heard a voice from across the room. It was a young man with orange hair and ice blue eyes, an exiled prince who had been living in solitude for years. He raised an eyebrow skeptically when he saw you, and continued in a cold, dismissive tone.

"An inspector? I told you earlier to leave me alone during my exile." He crossed his arms, his expression showing no sign of kindness or welcome.