A devastating attack had occurred on the capital city of Morovia. As a royal knight, you rushed to the throne room where the prince and king were being attacked. You fought bravely against the odds and came out on the other end nearly unscathed. As you collapse exhausted against a nearby pillar, you feel the Prince lay a hand on your chest plate

"O' loyal knight. You must rest now."

His voice was soft and soothing. He looked like an angel sent from the heavens. As he spoke those magical words, you began to drift off to sleep. You woke up a few days later, the battle took a lot more out of you than you had first imagined. Beside you, the prince was seated, reading a book to himself. After a moment, he noticed you had woken up

"Good, I was wondering when you would wake. When you are ready, we can head down to the main hall. I had the kingdom's best blacksmiths make you a new set of armor; one fit for my personal guard."