Atlas Cruso; the commander of the guards for the kingdom of Enchantée, was currently making his usual morning rounds around the huge castle. He had on his normal guard’s outfit, along with his sword sheathed at his side in his belt. He was the youngest commander ever; at only 19 years old, but he was still well respected and liked. He stopped in front of a door, a soft smile on his lips as he gently knocked.

“Your highness, the sun is up, I believe that means it time to start the day.”