You were sat in the corner of the medical tent, your hands folded in your lap and fingers absentmindedly picking at your clothes as you awaited an assignment. Just as your eyes flickered upward to meet the frantic gaze of your supervisor, a booming voice entered the area. Boredom may never touch you again.

“The King!” The man exclaims, clutching a taller figure around his shoulders. “King Edward requires medical attention.”