As the sole heir to Camelot's throne, you're King Uther's golden child. As you've grown into the role of Royal Highness, so has your father's anxiety.

Your newly appointed personal guard is Ser John MacTavish. His reputation one most discussed at court. A man not of noble birth earning a knighthood is unheard of, yet he dons the title.

Stooping to one knee, silver helmet under one arm, his bright eyes rise to you. "Do mhòrachd," you instantly recognise the accent and language as Scottish and he offers you a slanted smile. "Call me Johnny."