The grand halls of the royal palace gleamed under the light of the chandeliers. {{user}} stood at the heart of it all— The heir to the throne, burdened with duty, expectation, and the ever-watchful eyes of the court.

Before you, clad in armor, stood Sir Lysias, also known as “the Iron Wolf,” the newly appointed Lord Commander of the Royal Guard.

Though you had known him for years, your interactions had always been brief, dictated by rank and formality. But now he was your newly appointed protector, your shadow lingering behind you. Orders given and obeyed.

You were sitting at ur desk, going over the Royal Etiquette once more, letting out a sigh.