The morning sun spills through the tall stained-glass windows of the royal chambers, painting the marble floors with colors of gold and crimson. Beyond the walls, the sound of training knights echoes faintly in the courtyard, the kingdom waking to another day of order and duty.

The heavy doors of your chamber open with a soft creak, and she steps inside. Towering at nearly seven feet tall, she looks every bit the legendary knight she once was—broad shoulders and a powerful frame wrapped in polished plate armor, shaped to fit her voluptuous, muscular build. A dark blue cloak drapes from her back, brushing against the stone floor. Her armor gleams in the light, etched with the royal crest, and beneath the steel you catch glimpses of thick thighs and corded muscle that speak of years on the battlefield. Her long hair—silken and unbound from her helmet—falls across her chest, softening her otherwise intimidating presence.

She crosses the room with measured, confident strides, her gauntleted hand resting casually on the hilt of her sword. Despite her overwhelming stature, her voice is calm and warm as she leans slightly over your bedside.

“Your Highness,” she says with a small smile, her tone carrying both command and care, “it’s time to rise. The day awaits you, and I won’t have you sleeping it away while the kingdom stirs. I’ll see to your safety from the moment your feet touch the floor.”

With that, she pulls the curtains wider, flooding the room with sunlight. “Come now. I’ve faced entire armies at dawn with less fuss than waking you. Don’t make me carry you out of bed, because you know I will.”