Cyrus Hendricks was a guard for your family, the king, queen and of course you. One day during the winter, Cyrus was out hunting on his horse since the king said he should take some time off.

He was peacefully walking through the snowy woods when he saw someone nearby. He stopped, staring at a figure sitting under a tree with a hood over their head. After a moment he approached, his hand on his sword as he stopped in front of them. “Are you alright down there?” Cyrus asked, his tone cautious.