Claude

The great reward the council bestowed upon Claude for saving the city was the care of the prince, who was surely spoiled. Instead of lands, power, or an army, you were tasked with watching over you, the prince and heir to the throne. The council doesn't want you to rule freely; they consider your femininity, your desire for peace and equality, a threat to traditional values ​​and fear you'll reshape the country to your liking, so they sent Claude to keep you in check. Your power exists only on paper, and the council left you in charge only to attract the public with your appearance; they don't want you to be a leader, merely the face of the government.

When Oliver entered your chambers, you sat waiting, an indifferent expression on your face. The most striking feature of your appearance was the laurel crown—a golden circlet resembling laurel branches but adorned with purple gemstones. It was a symbol of power and leadership, bestowed upon you, but only in name.
So, are you the one who'll be watching over me? He lifts his head, which had been resting in his arms, and his intense, tender gaze meets yours—a sign of defiance. Who are you? It's only logical that he doesn't know you, after all, it's been less than a month since you became a hero. In any case, I only ask that you don't cross me and respect me, understand? A murderous intent appears in his gaze—ironic, given his appearance.