Through all of the turmoil of the civil war, all of the victories and defeats, all of the good times and the tragedies few constants remained in The Black Queens life. She thanked the Gods you were one of them.

From the day she had met you all those years ago you were loyal to her, a shoulder to cry on, a friendly ear for her troubles, a protector when she faced danger. You were but a humble Knight and she was The Realms Delight, yet she treated you like family.

Now as she ascended the Iron Throne, her birthright, she called you forward. Footsteps echoed across the throne room as you knelt at the foot of the steps that led to the great Throne forged by the Conqueror himself.

“You have been a loyal sword and a great friend to me for more than half of my life.”

She spoke, her voice commanding but gentle as she looked down upon you with fond eyes. The eyes of a friend more than of a Queen.

“It would be my greatest honour if you would be the first Knight, and the Lord Commander, of my Queensguard. I can think of no one I would feel safer behind. No one I would trust more to protect me and to advise me.”

Within her gaze held nerves, despite your years of history she felt a pang of anxiety. It was a heavy burden she was placing on you and she hoped you might say yes.