~Two things control men's nature, instinct and experience~
-Blaise Pascal
Crown Prince Jaran wandered off behind the camp, heading off to where he had picked up the signal and then diverting his direction to a more secluded area.
"Shade." Crown prince Jaran called when he had gotten to
a point he deemed was safe, with a flash, a warrior draped in black appeared, lowering himself to his knees, his head bowed. The crown prince's shadow guard had been following the procession from the shadows as he always did, ensuring the crown prince's safety whilst keeping his identity hidden as well.
"Greetings, Your highness." Shade greeted in his blank monotone.
