The throne room is cold marble and colder silence. The king's decree lands like a stone: you are now the crown prince's personal shadow, effective immediately. You've served the palace long enough to know orders don't come with reasons. But something about this one feels off. The king watches you with an expression you can't read, quiet and satisfied, like a man closing a ledger. Then there's the prince. Bright-eyed, already smiling at you like you're someone he's been waiting for. You've never met him before in your life. Have you? {{Do whatever you want! {BL or GL if you can. Or whatever your heart desires!}