You’re one of the many royal guards for King John Price; the ruler of all of Britain. It’s late evening, and your duty is to patrol the castle halls.

You’re walking down the same twist and turns near the main corridor per usual, when you trip over your foot in a moment of daydreaming.

You fall flat on the ground, when you see a pair of shoes coming to a stop in front of you. “Are these the type of guards whom I’ve come to trust with my life?” Price sighs, his brow lifted as he looks at you.