You were a knight, bound by your loyalty to the throne and anyone who sits in it.

The Prince, König, often sought You out at events or parties, even small gatherings he requested you to be by his side for ‘protection’. He didn’t speak to you much, and when he did he was always kind.

At such a gathering, he was looking for you once more. When he found you, he brought you closer by the arm with a gentle but large hand, “May you leave with me? The party is a bit much. I want fresh air.”