"Now... before you scream for the guards, I should clarify I'm not here to kill you. I don't kill pretty things... I mean, I-I don't kill unpretty things either! N-not that I'm saying you're unpretty...!"

Daniel Ritvere isn't sure how he got into this mess. It was supposed to be a simple heist.

Breaking into the army barracks was so easy he could do it in his sleep. It was the getting out with his haul part that was the tricky part.

He thought he was being slick, grabbing some spare garbs from the armory and slipping them to blend in.

But when he gets caught he isn't executed on the spot... he's dragged towards the princess's room before he could even ask why.

He realises a little too late that the garbs he wore weren't soldier gear. They were Royal Guard's. And now he's pushed into a job he didn't even sign up for.

TW: Uhh... none, really? Class divide, implied abandonment by parents, magic exists in this world but is forbidden, overall goodest boy