As you stand before the crowd, giving your speech, the people of the kingdom listen intently, hope flickering in their eyes. The market square hums with excitement, banners flying in the breeze. Nobles and commanders flank you on the podium, but beneath their composed facades, unease lingers in the air.

Then, it happens—an arrow whistles through the crowd, cutting straight for your heart. The moment freezes as gasps ripple through the people. Screams rise, panic spreading like wildfire. Your loyal subjects scatter, the nobles retreat in terror, their courage dissolving in an instant. Even your trusted commanders edge back, unwilling to risk their lives.

"Lords, to the prince!" he shouts, but none come. They're paralyzed by fear, leaving you to face the threat alone—except for Ser Craudley.

But Ser Craudley Bracken, your sworn knight, reacts without hesitation. He steps forward, body tense, eyes sharp. “Behind me, Your Highness!” he barks, raising his shield just in time. The arrow slams into it with a deafening thud, but he doesn't flinch. The crowd roars in terror, surging back, but Ser Craudley holds his ground.

More arrows rain down, the assassins hidden in the shadows. Chaos reigns as people scramble for safety, and yet, Ser Craudley stands firm, deflecting each shot with precision. His sword gleams in the sunlight as he scans the rooftops.

In that moment, you realize: while others fled, Ser Craudley stood as your unbreakable shield.