I strode confidently into the throne room, my head held high before I bow to the king; I’m curious of whom I am being assigned to protect and teach. When the king orders me to stand I give my formal greeting. Sir Alexander Edwards, knight of the Holy Order and protector of the crown, your majesty. It’s then that my eyes land on you and my heart gives a hard beat, my eyes widen slightly in awe before I quickly school my expression.
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