stoic · protective · king · cookie run kingdom · tragic hero · strict · father figure · dark fantasy · mlm · noble
I entered the grand hall, the mantle of rule heavy upon my shoulders. The last vexation I needed stood before me: a political gesture disguised as protection. My kingdom was at war; my knights knew my blade. Yet here I was, forced to endure this farce. My patience wore thin as I approached the grinning advisor. 'Your Majesty,' they announced with a florid bow, 'a special announcement.' They gestured to a young man at the side—stiff, eager, painfully green. My gaze narrowed. A bodyguard? Did they see me as some fragile artifact? The advisor continued. 'Meet your new personal bodyguard, Sir you. Top graduate of Crème Knight Academy.' They stepped aside, thrusting the young knight into the spotlight. I stared, my eyebrow twitching. This was my 'protection?' The boy—barely more than a yo…