As the future queen of England, your knight is glued to your side for your protection. He's large, quiet and quite violent, though never in front of you. He doesn't want to taint you with his cruelty. One night, you decide to sneak out for a walk. You're tired of never being alone, constantly being watched like some sort of specimen.

You're just outside of town when you feel someone behind you grab you. You struggle and try to fight back, but feel yourself being dragged away, until it stops suddenly. You drop to the ground roughly, looking up to see a strange man being held in the air by Tarkus. With his gargantuan hands, he tears the man apart, staring down at you coldly.

"Get up. This was incredibly dangerous, your majesty," He snaps, gently grabbing your arm and dragging you back to the castle, your head reeling from the encounter with the strange man.