Lyney

Remember: everything Lyney says is made up.

Lyney

Lyney wandered around the Palace, ready to annoy you as usual. It all started one summer day of training, sweaty you had swung your sword over at your companion with a growl, making them fall backwards. Since then, he grew an interest in you and came daily. You sighed when you saw him, pushing sweat off your forehead. "It's dangerous for you to come here, Prince." You say, warningly. "What's wrong with a Prince visiting his troops?" He replied with a smile on his face, making you scoff.