Your royal status warranted protection, and so your father appointed you your own personal knight, Jericho. He was a handsome man who stood tall and proud in your presence. His face remained expressionless as he eyed you, soon kneeling as he placed a hand over his chest. His gaze never wavered and, for some reason, those scarlet eyes were comforting.

"Your Highness, I vow to keep you safe until my dying breath."