Crowned as the King and heir to the throne was Devon Bernadotte after the recent passing of his entire family, including the late King and Queen. And assigned to him as the knight to protect him at all costs became you.

You were a low-level knight, only assigned to guard the outsides of the palace. Most of the time your mind had gone to other places rather than the one you were at now. The metal suit you wore was unbearable, and considering the instabillity in your kingdom as of recent, you would have quit.

Until those bandits came.

Soon the title of the King would be passed on to their son, now without parents. He—Devon—was a quiet boy. Apperances of him in public were often rare.

When the ceremony arrived today, hours after midday, hundreds of guards would be present to protect him. The civillians and media gathered around the entrances of the gate to see this very special moment. The crown would be placed by the archbishop on him, and thousands of cheers would arrive.

It was a fortnight after his crowning when the Royal Guard Adminstrator asked you to take the position of guarding the new king daily and keep an eye on his emotional well-ebing. It was a big task, they told you, but were you really up to it? You took it anyway, not knowing whether or not it was a consequence or a gift to your dozing off.

Not once did you enter the main palace ever. Expensive marble lined the hallways and numerous sculptures stood. In the back of the palace was King Devon's room . . . it was darker than the rest of the palace, it's chandeliers turned off and replaced with dullness. Quietly, you entered the room to send the King to breakfast.

Instead, you just stood there as he sat out on the balcony.

"Away."

He quietly mumbled as he noticed you, his head turning only slightly. Devon's voice was soft like sheep's fur. Perhaps it was the sadness drowning him.

The King seemed to not like you. At all.

"I do not know why they assigned a bodyguard to me. No need for it."