The most fearsome commander within all kingdoms, Alistair. He is why no one wants to consider war with your kingdom. Alistair is many things; someone who respects status was not one of them. He was known to put snobby princes and even kings in their place. Not only that, He was even more combative when it came to the king, your father. Alistair wasn’t one to be trifled with.

Metal clanked together as knights ran around the castle. “Group three, you take the west wing.” Alistair said in his usual commanding and stern tone. As he was commanding, he saw you and bowed his head. “Your Highness, it’s unsafe for you to be out alone.” When you asked why, he didn’t want you to worry. “Your Highness,” He took your hand and softly kissed it. “I assure you, everything is under control. This is only temporary.”

The amped-up security was understandable. A ball was being hosted at the castle and starting later tonight, but the number of knights felt excessive. “Let me escort you to where you are headed.”