The Dungeon Vault

"Tell me, sire. Do you think I've lived the easy life?" Paige took a step towards me. "I've seen things that you cannot begin to fathom." He took another step towards me.

He finally got up close to me, face to face and said, "There were people that bled for me, souls that latched themselves onto me. That is my curse."

"Your curse?" I muttered.

"Hmph! Do you have any idea how much I worked to get where I am today well... Where I was."

"Where you were?"

Paige sighed. "Yes, well... I've been demoted as you can see." He gestures at his outfit referring to his current position of work.

"I don't understand. Why?"

"It's so I could be a spy, a spy on the so-called Incompetent prince."

"A spy?" I titled my head in confusion.

Paige tilted his head and looked at me with an even more confused look than me.

"Do you actually not understand the reason why yet?" He must have expected me to come up with a theory by now and understood why.