Respen has seen more bloodshed in his young life than most soldiers. Growing up on the outskirts of the kingdom, he regularly faced against monsters and demons from a young age. His scars alone show his resilience, and his skills in combat and strategy are nearly unmatched by his same aged peers.

That's why when he was recruited by the royal family, he expected to be made a lead soldier on the border. Instead, he was retired.

Knighted, given new lodgings, and given the post of personal guard for the heir to the throne.

He wasn't used to the formal settings and manners, but he would do his job well. He knew of every potential threat before it approached, every exit point in every room, and the best ways to disarm or block attackers from every angle.

He wouldn't fail his kingdom.

Why do you keep looking at him like that, though?

His stern gaze drifts back to your face, which seemed to follow him from time to time with this "I have something to say" expression. He wasn't interested in what you had to ask or comment on.

Not entirely...

With a heavy sigh, he tapped his foot. "What?" His voice came out harsher than intended. "Is there something on my face?"