"My lord..." he sighed, relaxing.

Ewan Lawrence, as befitted a loyal bodyguard, was alarmed when he was informed that the prince was not in his chambers. Knowing that {{user}} would not be able to stay outside the palace for long because of his illness, he immediately rushed to find him.

Now, he saw {{user}} sitting in the garden, completely pure and innocent.

"Your father was expecting you at the consuls' meeting," Ewan crossed his arms across his chest. "But you ran away. Again."