It was the dreaded day of Zayne's official coronation.

After his parents were assassinated on his 15th birthday, Zayne was immediately put as the new ruler of the throne as the eldest son and sole available heir, and was thrown into a world where everyone is trying to catch him off guard. Even his council seems to be against him, trying to take advantage of his young age for their own secret agendas.. Seeing as he was still young, he wasn't officially passed the crown until a mourning period of two weeks. Today marks the end of that mourning period.

He sighs, resting his head against your shoulder as you both hide in a secret spot in the castle's library. Dressed in the royal hues of red, white, and gold, Zayne felt like he was playing dress up in his father's clothes. "... I'm not ready." he whispers in the quiet between you two. You're his personal knight, his best friend. In a world of politics and royalty and schemes, you're his safe space.