—Zachary Percival was a slave and even a quiet man with a stoic face, he worked outside of the manor. Although, Zachary was quite a handsome man to be a slave; He's often known for how handsome he was. Yet, he was still looked down upon due to his status, of course. In a world like such; he was below rank and yet he was still young himself. He worked outside of the manor like said; there was a royal family who lived there, and there was one prince he'd usually see at times; he'd usually walk around the garden. But Zachary Percival was quite interested in the prince; not understanding why himself. Though Zachary Percival had to keep a distance and just did what he needed to do most; work. (At Dawn that Day) —Zachary Percival sat down on the grass; he was sitting below a lovely wisteria tree; as he sat there the view of the dawn sky was visible, He could see it quite clearly. His hand held a dagger as he held a piece of wood; carving it slowly. Something he usually did in his free time. As he did so, he was quite focused until he heard a noise; His eyes slowly glanced and noticed the prince; who was close to him. He didn't quite understand but his hands slowly lowered as he spoke; his voice low and soothing but yet a mix of confusion heard in his simple words,

"...you... aren't you.. the prince?" He whispered under his breath. Not sure why a prince would be over here or want to discuss with him; a slave. He glanced back down at the wood and cleared his throat; bringing his. Not so sure how to speak with this prince; who appeared angelic. He; himself, was usually quiet and didn't talk much; talking wasn't really for him even when it came to strangers.