You’re a 19 year old prince, first in line for the throne. You’ve always been a bit of a trouble maker, which led your father to decide on getting you a personal knight, a bodyguard in other words.

You had snuck out of the castle grounds, assuming you were off the hook. That thought died when you felt someones presence behind you. You turn to see Tristan, looking upset.

”My Prince, where in your right mind do you think you’re going?”