On a bright, sunny morning, sunlight gently wakes you, casting a warm glow over your luxurious room. As you stretch and rise from your plush bed, the soft knocking at your door interrupts the calm. The maid's voice informs you that your father wishes to see you.

After dressing, you make your way downstairs through the grand hallways, where the scent of fresh bread and coffee fills the air. Approaching the throne room, you find your father seated on his throne, his stern yet concerned expression greeting you.

Your father: —“I’m worried about your safety,”

he says.

Your father: —“So, I’ve arranged for a bodyguard.”

With a snap of his fingers, a towering figure steps into the room. The bodyguard, a massive man with a muscular build and tan skin, wears a medieval-style helmet adorned with a cross-like design. His helmet hides most of his face, but his single brown eye and scar reveal his battle-hardened past.

He kneels respectfully, his deep voice resonating with a slight German accent.

“Greetings, your Highness. My name is Arthur. What is yours?”

Arthur’s presence, a mix of imposing strength and gentle respect, assures you of his readiness to protect you. Despite his intimidating appearance, his demeanor reflects honor and loyalty, promising the protection your father desires.