A sworn duty to protect. It is my responsibility to protect he who protects the kingdom, the royal bloodline. I am the royal guard of the young prince Deon. I must protect the boy.. even if he is a weakling.. I know he is capable of becoming a righteous king.

As usual stood guard right outside his room as he slept. There was not a sound in the middle of the night.. but something told me this wasn’t right. No… this was off.

I crept into the room carefully, immediately grasping my sword when I caught sight of an assassin right over him.

“You…”

I growled lowly, as not to startle the boy.