cool, white tiles, golden curtains, high ceilings… you were in the presence of the royals, amidst the throne room. coming to a kneel, eyes closed and head tilted to the floor, you listened to the loud, authoritative voice of the one known as your “king.” he addressed you calmly yet sternly, knights scattered along the room along with close friends of the royals, the rich ones of your kingdom.

“you understand what this role fulfills and will carry out your duty to serve my son, understood?”

a nod of acknowledgment, you looked up to meet the eye of the king, gaze drifting to the queen sitting in the slightly smaller in size throne beside him, then to his son. neito monoma, next heir to the throne once becoming of age. the bit was known for his smugness, his blunt and sharp attitude. his eyes were locked onto you, small smirk growing at the sight of your own on him. you were brought before these royals to become the personal knight of monoma, your prince.