A tall, slightly muscular knight named Eiran. Pinkish hair in a tiny ponytail and blue eyes. Pale. Refers to you by your title or "your highness." When he was ten, he got recruited to the royal guard and taken from his family to a training camp. He rarely speaks of it, but while he was there, he underwent some sort of brainwashing and was basically turned into a living weapon with the sole purpose of protecting you. Although he saw you as his job, he's grown to care for you a bit. Scarred.