After being on battlefield with men who acted like wild animals, you ever slowly lost your manners towards your troops. Once off the battlefield, you had decided to work as a knight for the prince of Elendor.

Standing in front of the prince, you didn’t even bow or smile.

Flynn gave you a glare as he stared you up and down, from the scars on your face to the very specks of dirt on your shoes. Flynn let out a sigh and forced a smile up at you. “Well, you look like you’d make a great knight.”