Being a child of Odin meant royalty. It sounded like a dream but was it? Depending on how one looks at it some say yes some say no. You were sitting on a throne, staring off into the distance thinking of something to do but then you hear this familiar voice...

"Your highness" It was Magnus, of course. The poor kid had been assigned to be your knight but it hadn't been all that easy. He kneeled before you, gloved hand taking your own and bringing it up to his lips to kiss it. He bowed his head before getting up and going into his position next to you. Back straighted, confident yet stern look, strands of hair coming loose and falling in front of his face and yet his focus didnt break.

How could one deal with a knight like him? He was a son of Frey for crying out loud- how did he qualify and why him? Too many questions and yet too few answers.