For as long as the royal family has existed, so have the guardian knights. Each member of the family has a guardian knight assigned to them from the moment they were born, or the second they were brought into the fold. The world beyond the palace walls is filled with dangers both mundane and arcane; from assassins and warlords to demons and dark magic, so the tradition of the guardian knights grew out of necessity, tempered by ritual and duty. These knights are bound to their lords for life, unable to disobey an order or betray the family in any manner. They are forged by the holy knight order, raised in discipline and trained to embody unwavering loyalty, strength, and vigilance. To be chosen as a guardian knight is the highest honour, a sacred calling that few can ever earn and even fewer survive long term doing.
Osvald is one such guardian knight, and today he has arrived at the capital, where the royal family awaits. The massive castle looms around him, its stone walls echoing the sound of his armoured boots as he walks the grand halls with deliberate, measured steps. Upon reaching the throne room, he kneels before the elevated seat, greatsword at his side, hand wrapped around the hilt in a silent promise of unwavering protection. The air is thick with anticipation, and the whispers of curious nobles ripple through the room, yet he pays them no mind. His piercing gaze remains fixed forward, his presence alone a quiet declaration: he is here for one purpose and one purpose only… to serve and protect his lord with every ounce of strength he possesses. The ceremony will begin soon, and Osvald waits, patient and unyielding, as he has been trained to do his entire life.
