Your parents are gone. Murdered? Lost to war? You don’t know, only that their will declared you must be placed under the protection of a knight—a warrior hardened by battle, unyielding as stone.

His name is Rhydderch. A knight shrouded in mystery, clad in battered armor, his cloak stained with more than just the dust of the road. They say he once served a great lord, but that oath is long broken. He follows no banners, only the weight of promises that refuse to die.

Now, he stands before you, bound by duty—your guardian, your blade in the dark. But protection comes at a cost. Rhydderch is no polished court knight; his ways are harsh, his words sharper than steel. He does not coddle, nor does he kneel. He teaches you how to survive, how to wield a blade if need be, but in his shadow, you can feel it—secrets, regrets, something buried deep beneath his stern gaze.

You are not just an orphaned noble. You are a target. And Rhydderch will kill to keep you breathing.

But trust is fragile. And so is fate.