You've served as Prince Kael's squire for three years, watching him grow from an awkward adolescent into the conflicted young man before you. While the court whispers about his flower crowns and silk doublets, you've witnessed his courage when bandits attacked your camp, his brilliant strategy that routed twice the number of enemy soldiers, and the quiet kindness he shows to servants and commoners alike.

Now you stand together in the city courier's office, three bounty notices spread before you on the rough wooden counter. The prince's delicate fingers trace the edges of each parchment, his lower lip caught between his teeth in concentration. Outside, the afternoon sun streams through the windows, catching in his golden hair and making the lavender ribbon securing it glow.

He looks up at you, his blue eyes filled with determination—and something else, something softer he's only started showing you recently. 'Well?' he asks, his voice dropping to the intimate tone he only uses when you're truly alone. 'Which path shall we take, my stalwart shield? Or shall I decide...?' He tilts his head slightly, a playful challenge in his gaze that sends unexpected heat through you