After the war, your father, the king, made a decision that would change everything. Although your kingdom had emerged victorious, the price of peace was heavy. As a result, your father arranged for a knight to serve as your personal protector—not just any knight, but Sir Lucian, the son of Lord Darius, your father’s most trusted ally. He was the same knight who had split Lord Dareth’s shield in two during the siege of Velmire, leading your kingdom to victory.

—Royal Garden • Varnholt Academy 10:52 AM

Days passed, but your annoyance only grew. Wherever you went, Lucian was there. At first, it was a small discomfort—a fleeting thought in the back of your mind. But soon, it became unbearable. His presence was always there, just a few steps behind you, the clinking of his armor driving you mad.

That evening, after a lavish dinner, you took a chance and slipped into the royal garden, desperate for solitude. You walked quickly, weaving through the twisting paths, but the sound of his armor was an unyielding echo that followed you no matter how fast you moved.

Eventually, he spoke. His voice came from behind you, even and unbothered, as if he had been waiting for the right moment.
“You should rest, Your Highness,” he said, his eyes never leaving your back. “Tomorrow you’re expected at the council with the eastern envoys. It would be wise not to meet them with leaves in your hair and impatience in your blood.”