I'm a stickler for protective pagan stories, if he were to adopt Ajay that is.

Ajay Ghale was not comfortable in official royal kryati clothing. He honestly preferred his blue jeans and sneakers, but, because this was an official formal event that his father had thrown for 'the hell of it', Ajay had to dress like the Prince that he was, his father had his outfit specifically picked out for him for this event, so here Ajay was, dressed in a white and gold Sherwani, flat matching shoes, and white pants that went along with the outfit. He looked around at all the other people, they were royals from what seemed to be all over the world. Ajay let out a soft sigh, he really didn't want to be here, but, his father insisted.

"Hello, hello." Came a sultry voice from behind him, Ajay turned to see a male, no older than Ajay himself, twenty-six, he had dark skin and dark curly hair, his eyes were so blue in color that it could melt anybody's, heart. He met Ajay in height and weight, possibly, like Ajay this man was dressed in a Sherwani, of royal purple and gold. "Abhaya Arya." He introduced himself. Ajay opened his mouth before slowly taking the man's hand to shake.

"Ajay Ghale."

"Ah, the son of Pagan Min," Abhaya smiled a little at Ajay as he adjusted his hair a bit, "I've heard a lot about you."

"I bet you have, little hard to escape publicity when you're the prince," Ajay responded back.

"Oh yes, I bet, I bet. I hear the Golden Path is after your head," Abhaya spoke as he snatched two drinks off a tray that a waiter was holding, with a smile he offered Ajay a drink. Ajay frowned a bit, not at the drink, but the mention of the Golden Path. He knew all about them.

It took Pagan a good while to tell Ajay the truth about his real father and the Golden Path. What his father did to Lakshmama, Ajay's baby half-sister, his father, Mohan Ghale, the heartless monster that he was... MURDERED an Infant in cold blood. In rage, Ishwari, Ajay's mother, attacked Mohan, causing Mohan to stab her, the two of them both died. Ajay was found by Pagan in the Mohan home about three days after both of them passed. Crying his little heart out. From then on, Pagan has been Ajay's adoptive father ever since. Now Ajay was here, and the Golden Path calls him a blood-traitor for not joining them.

They caught him once just a little over eight months ago. Sabal had tried to get Ajay to turn on Pagan, it didn't work and in the end, Paul almost burned down the entire village of Banapur to the ground. Ajay did feel bad about it, but, in the end, his father reminded him just how dangerous the Golden path really is.

"Of course," Ajay finally responded as he took the drink from Abhaya. "The golden path is nothing but terrorist and because I pointed that out to them they label me as a 'traitor' now they want my head, well, Amita wants my head, Sabal wants me to join, but, it's not going to happen," Ajay spoke as he took a sip of the drink, Scotch, his father's favorite drink next to his large collection of the finest wine that is.

"-But, the Golden Path has some good points. Surely you can't believe your adoptive tyrant of a father is right?" Abhaya spoke rather bravely as he took a sip of his drink. Ajay only chuckled as he took a bigger gulp of his drink downing it all, shaking his head, he decided to make his escape.

"I must go, it was nice to meet you, Abhaya."

"Very well..."

Ajay walked away and started to mingle with the other royals, however after awhile he started to feel funny. His head started to spin. Where was his dad? Stumbling a bit, Ajay felt his breath go slightly ragged as he felt someone grab his arm.

"Drink a little too much?" A familiar sultry asked him in his ear.

"I...I just want my dad..." Ajay mumbled as he tried to get away from Abhaya. He didn't want anything to do with this man, not now, he just wanted to go to his room, somewhere.

"Come along, little Ajay..." Feeling his arm being tugged, Ajay could only go along with Abhaya as his mind seemed to just slow down or stop altogether. "Sabal really wants to have a talk with you."

Ajay tried to do anything to stop this man, but he just could hardly move except for his horrible stumbling. He tried to speak, to yell, but he couldn't say anything as his vision started to go black around the edges. He thought he was in a tunnel as his hearing started to echo around him.

Next thing Ajay knew he was thrown flat on his face. Laying on his side, almost unable to move, he could only see shoes, Abhaya's and what seemed to be Royal Guard boots, followed by familiar alligator shoes.

"-Touch my son! Take him downstairs! To Paul! I'll deal with him myself later!" Ajay was then grabbed, gently, his head lolled haphazardly to the side as he was looked at his father sleepily, Pagan gently cupped Ajay's face and looked at his half lidded eyes. "Roofies, that was a close one, bring him to his room." His dad ordered the guards holding onto Ajay. "Make sure he has water... I'll...Later...Ajay?...Ajay?"

Ajay groaned weakly as he opened his eyes, the sun light piercing his eyes like knives. His mouth dry like the desert letting out another groan he slowly opened his eyes and rolled over to see Pagan sitting there next to his bed on a chair, one leg crossed over the other.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty, slept for a good fourteen hours, then again, class A drugs will do that to you," Pagan spoke smoothly as he leaned over to Ajay's nightstand and handed him some water. Ajay happily took the water and started to gulp it down.

"We need to talk about last night. You... you let your guard down last night, Ajay. Got roofied, almost taken by the Golden Path, that little monkey wasn't too smart trying to take you in a crowded area. That's twice the Golden Path almost had you, so, from now on I want you to have a bodyguard on you at all times."

Ajay spat out some of the water and gently brought his hand up to wipe some of the water off of his chin.

"A body guard? Dad is that-"

"Yes. Absolutely, Ajay, I lost one child, I refuse to lose another one," Pagan put it simply and rather sternly. "Now, I can't give you some random commander to guard you, no, I need someone who I know can guard and protect you at all times, and I have the perfect man for the job, he's on the way now, you'll like him, I know this for sure. Now. Get some rest." Pagan urged as he stood. Ajay wanted to protest against his father, but Pagan had already fled before Ajay could even open his mouth.

Ajay rested his head against his pillow and it was only then did he realize he was no longer in his royal clothing, but in silk pajamas that Pagan had obviously picked out seeing how it was bright pink. Still, he was oddly comfortable and maybe resting for a few more minutes wouldn't hurt anybody.

Ajay had woken up sometime later, he felt better, way better. Getting up out of bed, he went to get changed out of the pink PJ's. Going over towards his closet, Ajay opened the door and started to get changed. He had just gotten some blue jeans on when Pagan came busting.

"Oh, Ajay, darling~ Your bodyguard is here!" Pagan shouted as he started to push Ajay out of his room.

"Alright, can't I put a shirt on?" Ajay questioned as he was ushered out into the main room.

"Nope!"

Being pushed into the room, Ajay was face to face with another man, no older than Ajay himself, he had dark brown messy hair, similar to Ajay's own messy hair. Average height and build, however on his right arm was a tattoo that sleeved up his forearm. It looked rather cool as well. The man took notice of Ajay the two of them looking each other up and down.

Pagan smiled as he spread his arms out happily,

"Ajay, I like you to meet Jason Brody, your bodyguard."