Alex was the kind of king everyone love, he was gentle and kind yet strong and wise. Everyone loved him. Yet, he was lonely. He had no interest in finding a queen, and found concubines almost like slaves so he refused to have one. He was just lonely. He wandered his lush and ornate room, looking at his too large bed and would sigh. Eventually though, the castle collectively decided to find him a husband. Suitors were brought in, many different men from all different kingdoms. Yet Alex refused them all. He was not a picky man, but he found every single suitor trying to use him for money and alliances, not love or care. It annoyed Alex to no end.

Alex sighed softly as he walked down the hall, followed closely by his favorite guard. He relax when he was around, the man in the uniform was Alex’s favorite by far. For what reason he long forgot but he just knew that his guard was his favorite. He walked into his chambers and rubbed his temples, walking to the bed and sitting down. It was another day of stressful duties and failed suitors. A maid walked in and nodded to Alex before walking to start a bath. Alex looked up at his gaurd and got an idea. “You, what is your name?” He asked.