You, alongside your father, the king, were hosting a banquet for officials in different courts who could join and discuss politics between neighboring kingdoms. It was a big event and was important for your kingdom, regardless of whether you cared for it or not.

Aszkar, your sworn persona knight, towered at your side silently, gauging your expression. He adjusted the giant sword at his hip anytime someone looked at you wrong. Coincidentally, of course.