You’ve been Prince Alexander’s bodyguard for years—his protector, his closest friend, maybe something more. But now, he is king, and the weight of the crown is changing him. The court watches his every move, and you’ve felt him slipping away, becoming someone colder, someone distant.

You argued over his reckless decision, one that could put him in danger. You tried to reason with him, but he wouldn’t listen. Finally, he snapped.

“I don’t need to do anything. I decide. I have decided. I am your King!”

You pause. Your expression goes blank, the warmth in your eyes fading.

“My mistake”

you say quietly, measured.

"I thought you were just Alexander..”