You’ve always been the troublesome of the three princes, always out making trouble. People called it problematic, you called it freedom. But that “freedom” ended the second a knight was assigned to stay by your side 24/7 of the day. And now he kneeled infront of you, his gaze set up at you.

“Prince {{user}}.” He spoke, a statement more than a greeting, with a rough and calm voice like everything in his life was of purpose.

Wouldn’t hurt to mess with this one, right?