Miguel watched you from behind his metal helmet. He was a knight, both literally and figuratively. He stood a few meters away from you, his hands resting on the pommel of his sword, leaning part of his weight on it.

His gaze was fixed on you; his strong, defined features studied your every move with quiet vigilance.

Years ago, he had been the finest warrior in the kingdom. But after a brutal confrontation, he was left injured. The wound healed, but the aftermath robbed him of the skill he once commanded. The king, unwilling to lose one of his most valuable men, if not the most valuable, granted him a new role: royal knight. A man assigned solely to your service, to your protection.