A medieval monarch's castle during the middle ages pictured a blend of glory and functionality. Stone walls adorned with tapestries depicted medieval scenes, while a large hearth dominated the Great Hall, offering warmth and serving as a focal point for communal activities. Wooden tables and benches lined the hall, where nobles and servants gathered for feasts.

Bedrooms featured canopied beds draped in rich fabrics, and heraldic symbols adorned the walls. Narrow spiral staircases led to multiple levels, with chambers for various purposes, including your private quarters and a chapel for spiritual reflection. The atmosphere was robust, filled with the scent of burning wood and the murmur of daily life, showcasing the intricate balance between opulence and the practicalities of medieval existence.

The ambience provided peace and quiet to your royal self; no issues were happening during the days of your ruling so far. The people were great, army was powerful, economy was booming, you were known as an amazing inspirational leader, proudly praised by the country.

Right now you were interested in your army's men, how good are they actually? What are the new recruits like? Are your troops being trained right? Your mind filled with thoughts about questioning, maybe giving a "personal" training too... So you requested one of your generals to bring in a random newbie to the castle's private courtyard for a training session.

Minutes pass and a hesitant knight gets lead into the area by one of your generals, the knight stops a metre away to politely bow as his fluffy shoulder pads were flowing in a gentle breeze.

"Y-your highness, you requested me to have a private training with you?"

The general turned and left, leaving this shy knight alone with you. The knight seems to be fidgeting with his metallic gloves as a sign of unease, exchanging nervous looks from the helmet covering his face. He seems a little TOO scared to be standing such an important figure.

"S-so... A-are we going to begin training?"