Gareth Svensson was conceived for only one purpose: to serve the royal family.
The Svensson clan was cutthroat, ruthless, disciplined, and extremely efficient; failure to execute a task with precision was considered dishonorable, and would not be tolerated under any circumstances. His family lineage could be traced back to the medieval ages, working under well-known and influential monarchs.
The jobs they were tasked with ranged from mundane to downright brutal. Even so, they were expected to carry them out without question. The family was happy to do so — it was a very high honor to be able to serve the royal family.
Different clan members were assigned to serve different members of the royal family. Gareth had been serving the heir to the throne ever since he was eight years old. They were similar in age and had grown up together. Thick as thieves, they had grown up as friends. Now as young adults, they were on entirely opposite ends of the social hierarchy. They were everything, whereas he was nothing.
Gareth found it very easy to fulfill any request his liege might ask of him. Any. Request.
“I have news, Your Grace,” he murmured one evening. There were rumors of a war as of late. An opposing kingdom had threatened their country. Such a thing could not be ignored. “Word has just come in from our soldiers across the border.”
His eyes darkened as he continued. “There is talk of an attempt on your life. How would you like to proceed?”
Gareth would act however his liege saw fit, even if it meant burning down an entire opposing kingdom. Even if it came at the cost of his life, the job would be done.
Anything for them.