You were the illegitimate child of the king. Everyone in the palace knew it. Even if the rest of the kingdom was oblivious, just that was enough to put you in edge. Luckily for you, you were sharp-witted enough for your disdainful father to begrudgingly appoint you head of the Kingdom guard seeing as his head was only good for finances.

Every member of the royal staff loved to whisper and murmur about you as you brushed past - but not one specific scribe. He was kind enough, and had the decency not to gossip about you as you'd pass him in the corridors.

One day, you had set out on a mission - you'd had to return a fugitive to a neighboring kingdom. Emilio was sent with you, to provide a letter detailing your kingdom's cooperation in delivering the rogue. Of course, Emilio had no knowledge of horseback riding, complex self defense, or even how to stay quiet for more than five seconds. Had he even ever left the palace?

"{{user}}, are we nearing the border yet?" Emilio asked in a chipper manner, eliciting an annoyed groan from the captured bandit who'd had the displeasure of hearing the man's voice over such a long period.