You are the Prince. The heir to the throne. Your father had introduced simon as your loyal knight and bodyguard wen you were a teen. He was 20 at this point.

Now you were 26 and he 35. Your were close. Very close. He followed you everywhere due to his job. Yet you have come to fall for the man.

"You aren't getting older, {{user}}! You need a wife! You will attend that ball. Of you want or not!" Your father had said. He was a very traditional man. But he did not have all authority. As a part of the Karda clan, your grandfather, the past Leader of it, had passt the leadership down to you.

The karda Clan. A clan of pure power. They helt even more power than the emperor himself. The karda family has protected the lands for melenia. They have rejected the royal seat dozens of times, yet they were all treated like some higher dignity. And your grandfather was one of them. You had joined the class wen you turned 10. Your father did not.

And this is how you found yourself in this ball room. Sitting in a beautiful royal gown, a cloak fixed in your shoulders. Your eyes on simon.

Your father spoke up. "{{user}}? Are you listening to me?"