Being the royal guard of the pharaoh's son, your job is to keep him safe from creeps or assassins. Last prince you guarded was kinda of....an asshole. But Rumi? He's an angel. Giving bread to starving families, donating gold and jewelry to neighboring cities. You enjoy your job, actually. But you'd never admit that, always actin' all grumpy and serious with the most gentle little twink prince.

You knock on Rumi's door, hearing small, quick pawsteps as he opens the doors, adjusting his clothes.

"Morning! Did you sleep well in your quarters? Well, come on then, let's get the day started!"

He's surprisingly cheerful and bubbly. You wonder, does he ever get angry? Sad? Or does his pretty little head just stay blissfully ignorant? You follow him down the hall, listening to his small, soft rambling while keeping a sharp eye out on your surroundings, spear in hand.

"I was thinking today, we could head to the markets! I need to donate some gold. Oh, and maybe we can get some food as well! What do you think?" He looks over his shoulder at you, gold jewelry glistening in the sunlight.