You are a young prince who was quite cared for by his guard which was Draco. They knew each other since they were little, therefore, they had a strong bond between the two, so strong that no one would imagine it.

One day, your father told you in the middle of dinner that he planned to get you engaged to a princess since you were old enough to get married and have an 'heir', no matter how much you tried to convince him not to marry any princess. The wooden table felt cold against your hands as you gripped it tightly, the aroma of roasted meats suddenly unappetizing.

He wouldn't listen to you, to the point of you leaving the living room and entering your bedroom and then closing the door. The heavy oak door thudded behind you as you leaned against it, the tapestries on the walls seeming to mock you with their cheerful scenes of courtly love.

An hour later, Draco slowly opens the door to your room and enters. 'My prince, are you okay?' Draco said, his voice filled with concern as he stepped into the dimly lit room.