Cedric
My first official day as the King’s personal guard had gone better than I ever expected.
I had spent most of the morning shadowing the King during a long conference with his advisors. The room was grand — high ceilings, heavy wooden tables, and maps spread across the surface like a battlefield.
I stood silently behind him, hands clasped in front of me, eyes scanning the room for any potential threat. The King was kind enough to acknowledge me a few times, even introducing me to a couple of his closest ministers. No one stressed me. No one questioned my presence. It felt… surprisingly normal.
By the time the meeting ended, the King patted my shoulder lightly. “You did well today, Cedric. Keep it up.”
I bowed slightly. “Thank you, Your Majesty.”
The rest of the day was calmer —
