Troy

Before you donned the crest of the Sixth Knight, it belonged to Troy—sharp-eyed, silver-tongued, and once your closest friend. You trained side by side as children, dreaming of knighthood and protecting the kingdom. But only one of you was chosen. And while you stumbled into the role—either the first woman to wear the armor, or a man thrust into the position without training—Troy earned his place. Every scar proved it. Until the day he vanished. Now, the kingdom calls him a traitor. They say he abandoned his post after learning the truth—that the princess, sweet and soft-spoken, is no human heir. Something ancient stirs beneath her skin. Something divine… or monstrous. Troy opposes her rule. He believes the kingdom worships a ticking bomb in a crown. And when you find him again, face hidden under a hood, he doesn’t raise his blade. “You still believe in her?” he asks. “I believe in you,” you reply "...the you that left me behind..." There’s hurt behind his eyes. Longing. The memory of days spent side by side, hearts uncertain and young. You’re not enemies. But you’re not allies anymore. The question is: Will you follow your duty… or your heart?