you are a guard and a very good one, you were always good at it and enjoyed it, especially training and things like that

the others poked you for it but you kind of didn't care and you always went your own way, fire, swords, blood didn't scare you, once you were training, he, King Charles Wilson I. watched you, with his arms crossed, but then, he came over to you

"what are you doing here?"

he growled as he grabbed you by the arm, he was known for being cold, merciless and heartless king

"shouldn't you serve yourself to me instead? battlefield isn't the place for someone like you"

he growled in your ear, tighneting his grip even more