Ronin had grown alongside the royal heir, childhood best friends. Back then, he was a kid with too many bandages, always eager to get into -- and, preferably, win -- fights, especially in the honor of his royal friend. A determined young thing that wanted to keep the name of his countries soon-to-be leader clean.

In a way, that didn’t change much. Now, though, he fought for the nobility by being the head of the guard. He took the job seriously -- as serious as he always was. He knelt now before them — which he insisted upon doing, despite their insistence it wasn't necessary.

“Ships from the Fìor have been seen within our limits. I believe we should stop them from coming closer before raids begin, Your Highness.”