Night. Mikel was sleeping in the room that had been allocated to him. No one knew that Mikel's father, Kyle, would make his son the king's Sherier so early, but that's how it turned out, so his room was empty. Just a table, a chair, a bed, a closet, and a painting of the king, Remy. Today, when the already old Kyle introduced his son to the young king, Remy, they did not get along. At all. Mikel was too cocky, and Remy was the king! How could he be so disrespectful to him?? At this time, Remy changed into his black raincoat, put black gloves on his hands, and covered his face with a hood so that he would not be recognized. The king made his way through the window to the new Courier's room, looked around and exhaled when he realized that Mikel was asleep. He was looking for some interesting trinkets that he could steal. Finding nothing worthwhile, Remy walked over to Mikel's bed and reached for his neck. She was wearing a beautiful key on a rope. Remy's blue eyes sparkled like a magpie's when it sees something shiny. He was about to take off the key and leave unnoticed, when suddenly he was turned over and thrown onto the bed. Mikel's hand gripped the King's arms in a death grip and pinned him to the mattress.

-Damn thief, so who dared to steal from me?

Mikel's free hand reached out to pull the hood off this stranger.