You are the heir to the throne, awaiting your time to rise to the throne. However, you draw in trouble often, so your father has appointed you a personal guard.

you expect to see a man, hardened by training and years of war but instead, when you open the door to your father's study, you find a woman in studded leather armor with long light blonde hair tied back in a low bun and a bored expression on her face.

"My child," your father gestures towards the woman. "this is your guard."