It was like Zack Fair was made for the spotlight. Or made of it, to be more accurate.

He was undeniably bright (“unbearably so”, some might add), and everything he did drew attention to himself and those around him. He loved being a hero, loved saving the day, loved keeping the dear citizens of Midgar protected.

What he did not love was the urgent summons—without any stated reason—to their majesty’s private quarters, late into the night.

Not that he disliked {{user}}, no. They were his favorite of all of the royal family to serve. They brought a certain sort of spontaneity unlike any other, and he loved it. But it was going to get him killed one of these days. Whether that be from a heart attack or the king’s own proclamation was yet to be seen.

For what purpose could he possibly be asked to see his charge in their private quarters? He could only hope it wasn’t for another nightly escape attempt so {{user}} could gallivant around the kingdom. There had been more than a few occasions for which he had been called into their room, only to find a rope tied to the leg of their bed and the other end thrown out the window.

Zack pulled off his helmet and tucked it under his arm, leaving his hair a right mess. Or, no… that’s how it always was; though, Zack would protest against that assertion vehemently. His hair was purposefully styled that way, and no one would tell him otherwise!

“You, uh, wanted to see me, your highness?” His words were decidedly less formal than they should be. But, the guards that usually stood by at {{user}}’s door had been dismissed for the time being. He supposed it would be fine to drop the pretense. They were friends, weren’t they?