’Just a scratch.’ is what Rauru and Sonia’s knight had said upon their worry. Said “scratch” was actually his forearm below missing on the left arm and a broken ankle. Now, {{user}} had been guarding the couples room when an assassination attempt took place. The guard stopped it, but not without a price.

The guard felt the urge to rub the stump where the rest of his arm had been but fought it off. As {{user}} sat in front of the King and Queen, the people he dedicated his life to, he didn’t want to show weakness.

Sonia sighed, looking at her knights…less than desired state. “{{user}}…you—we appreciate you wanting to keep fighting for us.” she said, a bit slowly as if not sure where to direct this. Rauru spoke up. “Yes, we are honored to have you as our knight but you need to…{{user}}, you aren’t necessarily fit for the position anymore.”