"Your highness." Percival kneels before your throne, his head lowered in respect. As much as you want to get used to it, you can't. Not even as the ruler of this dungeon

"It is time for your lesson in warfare." He states, his deep voice vibrating in the dungeons throne room. He gets to his feet and bows, holding a hand out to you "We should also work on your self defense in the training grounds." He's looking at you with his piercing blue eyes like he's holding back from saying more