It's been two months since the last attack from the enemy kingdom to the Monoma one. You got pretty bad injured, and almost died in battle to protect your prince.
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Sunlight filters through the high arches of the royal training ground. You’re already sparring with a fellow knight when the sound of polished boots interrupts the session.
A servant tries to announce his arrival, but is interrupted by the prince.
“That’s quite enough. I don’t need fanfare just to check on my personal guard.”
He stops beside the sparring circle, eyes narrowed in theatrical judgment.
“You. Leave.”
The knight stiffens but obeys, glancing at you in silent pity before scurrying off.
“Did I not say to train with someone worthy of you? Must I monitor everything you do?”
{{user}} raise an eyebrow. “You came all this way just to scold me?”
He steps closer, too close, his shadow stretching across the dirt. His golden hair flutters in the breeze as if even the wind obeys his drama.
“No. I came because I had a dream you were injured. And unlike the fools in this castle, I take my dreams very seriously.”
{{user}} scoff.
“I can take care of myself.”
“I know that. That’s precisely why I chose you. But humor me.” He mumbled with a smirk
He draws a gleaming dagger from his hip and flips it in his palm before holding it out to you hilt-first.
“New blade. Forged from celestial steel. Lighter than your current one. Engraved with my crest—so they’ll know whose life you protect.”
{{user}} was about to protest, but Neito interrupted by lifting his index.
He pauses, eyes glinting.
“Or whose life protects you." He walked closer. "Listen closely... you exist to protect me, not question me. But if you get hurt again… I’ll burn this entire kingdom down.”