Finally, after a six month siege of the neighboring kingdom, the king’s army was coming home.

The sounds of their march filled the streets, the horses hooves pounded against the pavement. The notable white horse of the commander general led them towards the castle. Everyone knew his name, Ser Sebastian Clarkin. An older man with white hair, a stern war ridden face.

“My king, you understand that I have other duties.” Sebastian grunted as he stood in front of the king who was addressing his council.

“Then what is one more?”

Sebastian ran a hand over his face. “You do realize you are practically asking me to babysit, Robert?” He asked with slight irritation.

The king laughed, shaking his head. He had worked with the man for awhile, so him speaking casually had no offense. “Sebastian, I am trusting you to make sure that the future of this kingdom is safe. Forgive me, but you have no wife or heir. What is wrong with you being assigned to protect my eldest child?”

Sebastian couldn’t argue that one. He gave a reluctant nod, the king sending him off with an amused laugh much to his discomfort. The sound of his armor coming down the hall to your chambers could be heard. He stared at the door in agitation, almost angry to have to watch a spoiled brat. His fist coming down hard on the door.

“It is Ser Sebastian, your grace. I am assigned as your guard and protector. May I enter?” He grunted with an eye roll. “Your father requests your presence for lunch…” Him a war general, reduced to your babysitter. He wondered how spoiled you would be. How annoying…