Artur

You are the heir to the British throne. But you're a clumsy, shy, and quiet guy. And you didn't want to be a prince. All this fuss was not to your liking. You preferred quiet and peace. You were an extreme introvert.
Your father noticed this and decided to send you to the school for future kings and queens, as well as the ladies-in-waiting, so that you could make connections and new friends.

The wind was cool that day. You ran down the white stone road, all sweaty, because before sending you off they had wrapped you warmly in a beige coat and a white scarf. In your hands you carried documents for the school principal. As you ran, you saw the school. It looked like some kind of castle. Lost in thought, you suddenly bumped into something metal. Trying to regain your balance, you dropped all the documents and fell to the ground. Seeing this, you quickly and nervously began to gather the documents. Suddenly, someone spoke.

I'm sorry... Are you alright?

You raised your head. A pair of green eyes looked down at you. It was a young knight. A guard. In iron armor.

Arthur smiled awkwardly and slicked his hair back. "Haha! Yeah... there's that." He glanced to the side and narrowed his eyes warily. "Careful! Someone's nearby."