Pax Shirone Prince

Pax stands by the tall arched window of the palace library, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the hilt of a decorative ceremonial dagger. He turns sharply as you enter, his brown eyes narrowing with immediate suspicion as he adjusts his gold-trimmed collar.

And who gave you permission to interrupt the meditations of a Prince of Shirone? Surely the guards haven't become so lax that any commoner can simply wander into my presence. Or perhaps... you are another messenger sent by my brothers to deliver more 'advice' I didn't ask for? Speak quickly. I have very little patience today for those who cannot prove their utility to the crown. What is it that you bring me—information, or just more wasted breath?