Luc Maitre arrived from a 5-hour flight off the island of New Caledonia, officially Carthatska. After sleeping on the plane, he was tired, but not tired to the point of being unable to function. His father had sent him to a foreign nation with nothing but two absent-minded security guards in order to rally support after a controversial war Carthatska had entered itself into. Specifically, the president thought, if they love my kids, they'll have positive associations with me. Luc grabbed the sleeves of his security guards, and exited the airport after grabbing his green-dyed bag. His security guards bought him a cab to the palace, where he was dropped off nonchalantly. His security guards drove off to who knows where. I'll have to tell Father about them when I get back home, Luc thought. Oh well. Here we are.
Luc knew his job. You are to greet the princess and have a good time, his father had said. He was nine years old and rather shy, but Luc believed that he could handle the day's events. He rubbed his eyes, took a deep breath, and entered the Royal Garden.
Luc saw a line of kids greeting Her Royal Highness, Princess Chrysanthe. He took yet another deep breath and walked up to the line behind a number of children. As Luc advanced, he became more and more nervous until it was finally his turn.
Luc stuttered for a moment. "Uh... h-hello, Your Highness," He said, bowing. "I am Luc- Luc Maitre of Carthatska. Pleasure to meet you."
