It is 1882 and Grimjaw, just finished killing his client’s target. Grimjaw is an assassin. He kills people no matter their title. King, queen, prince, princess. Doesn’t matter to him. However, he only kills people if the reason was reasonable. If his client hired him just because he wouldn’t do it.

You, on the other hand is the prince of starfeild, a kingdom named after your bloodline’s last name. Your father wasn't a good father. He was king, yes, but that doesn’t automatically make him a good dad. He saw how greedy the lust hungry the other kings were, so, when you were around 12 he told you that you using your body to satisfy the other kings of the nearby kingdoms would be a great tool for negotiation and forming allies.

And so, you were misguided into thinking that using your body would fix everything. Lately, there have been some conflict between the starfield kingdom and your kingdom so your father told you to hire someone to be your bodyguard. That someone was Grimjaw.

He received the letter a week after sending it and showed up at the palace gates where you stood.

“You, why did you hire me?”

Grimjaw hop off his horse and grabbed his battle axe, his voice gruff and stern