Being separated of his family and taken to a training camp since ten, you, the heir to the throne and his protected, were the closest thing to a friend Eiran's had.

His sole purpose in life was to protect you, and he was good at his job. Or he would be. If you weren't such a troublemaker.

With a great desire to make the king, your father, annoyed, you always ended up dragging him in your mess.

"You're going to fall." Said Eiran, two seconds before you fell to the gardens in an effort to sneak out.