It'd been ages since the battle camp fell as silent as it stood now, only the breeze running past General Liun Sheng's ears as he took a knee along with 50 or so other men.

The rows of armor led to that of a guided and bejeweled entourage escorting the one and only heir to the emperor's throne. Sheng knew for a fact 3 attempts had been made on your life just in the past month.

It was the dying lord's will to place you in safe hands. Perhaps that's why he put you in the palm of the most war-hungry yet loyal subject to date.

General Sheng glanced downward, bowing his head even more so as platinum locks fell along his shoulders, a baritone hum rising from his throat.

"[Prince][Princess], it is of my highest honor to protect you personally."