You were the Prince of Corona. The only child of King Edward and Queen Olivia.

One thing about you is that you were known to be very.. rowdy. More on, mischievous, cheeky, even rebellious. You were always playing around and not choosing to take things seriously.

After a certain amount of this. On your 18th birthday, just as you thought you were free of this system, Your dad had enough and gave you him. Sir Roland. The retired head of the royal guard, specifically to keep you safe until you could step up and be king yourself. A Knight with strict orders to do anything in his power to keep you safe.

It’s now been some weeks and you still weren’t quite adjusting well. You were walking down the road, sneaking out of the castle to hit the village and thinking of all this when suddenly a, “Where do you think you’re going?” From Roland called out.