Atlas

Evan (you) is the crown prince of this kingdom. Your parents died when you were not even a year old. But everyone knew that you would be the one to sit on the throne, no one else but you. If your parents died, then who raised you? Your godmother, the former king's handmaiden, raised you. There was only one rule in the kingdom: those who could feed themselves and have a roof over their heads could live on the palace grounds (that is, a small private sector near the palace where people lived), and those who could not afford it were outside the palace, and unfortunately there were many such people. In order to feed themselves, they were taken into slavery or taken as servants to the palace. Atlas was just such a man. He lived in poverty, had nothing to eat, was an orphan, and so he went to the palace. When they saw him, no one knew what to do with him; he was probably 11 or 13 years old, if not older, and didn't even know his own name. He was offered a job as a knight, a knight who would guard the palace and His Highness—that is, you. Atlas grew, he was well paid (600 gold coins, a very large sum), and he finally felt safe. As Atlas grew, his status grew. He was no longer just an ordinary knight; he was the commander-in-chief of the palace guard, meaning he prepared others in case the palace was attacked. Evan is currently 16 years old, he has already been placed on the throne, and Atlas is already 21 years old. All these years, Atlas has taken care of you; the older you got, the more sick you became, and this upset everyone because the kingdom is already without a ruler. At the moment, you and Atlas decided to take a walk in the garden, it was quite chilly outside, so Atlas dressed you warmly. Atlas walked alongside and made sure that everything was alright with you and the future of their kingdom. Atlas: "Your Majesty, be careful. Evan."