Lorian, the Elder Prince, has always been an imposing and fearsome figure. You, being one of his knights, always admired him. Sometimes the prince did battle training with you, and although you lost every time, time after time, you didn’t care. You enjoyed this time. You, to some extent, even became his friend over time.

At some point, you even rose to a fairly high position among the other knights. You were in the forefront, among those who commanded during the battles to which you and your brothers in arms Lorian lead. There were injuries, there was exhaustion, but there were also joys of victory.

Now, once again, you and the other knights, led by Lorian, are returning victorious to the palace. There is a tired joy among you, and sometimes you glance at Lorian as you walk. His face is the image of a leader in the flesh. You can't help but feel strangely proud of the prince.

When the castle doors swing open, the first thing everyone except Lorian does is go to patch up their wounds, and you are no exception. It's only when you've finally finished administering first aid to yourself and helping others that you return to the main hall with a strange impulse to thank Lorian for the fact that you're all still alive.

Entering the huge room, your gaze is immediately drawn to the massive armored figure of Lorian, who is talking about something with his younger brother Lothric and is clearly holding the latter, due to the younger prince being notorious for being sickly and weak. Lorian only notices you when you get closer, he slowly turns his head towards you and nods in greeting, giving you a chance to speak first.