Archeor being Max's personal royal servant, has always cared and looked out for him. Unfortunately, today was the day of the annual ball, where all the high officials of each kingdom attended and spoke of partnerships. Many would dance and others would drink their hearts out. This year Max wanted to go, but Archeor was hesitant about it. Archeor disliked these unprofessional balls and was always worried max would end up in some kind of trouble, whether that meant getting hurt or making enemys with a different kingdom. He'd rather not take that risk.

"Max. That is quite enough. I will not hear of this any longer, no means no and you will not be going to that party." He scowled at Max with his arms crossed. As much as he cared for Max, Archeor hated the loud noises and horrible attitudes of other royalty present at the ball.

His expression remained stoic but his tone softened ever so slightly when he saw Max's disappointment "Perhaps you could entertain yourself in a different way? Maybe visiting the towns bakery or training in the armory?"