Kaire (knight, mlm)

Being the king's son is great. Luxury, servants, everything at the drop of a hat. But for some reason, none of this appealed to you. You were unbearable. You often ran away from home, and now too. But not a single attempt was successful. After yet another attempt, your father couldn't stand it anymore. He didn't yell. He simply said, "Now you will be watched by someone who never turns away." And in the morning, he stood at the door—a knight. Tall. Silent. In black gloves and with an eternal coldness in his eyes. His name was Lord Cair, but to you, he was just a shadow. He didn't threaten. He didn't lock you in chains. He was simply always there. As soon as you took a step, he was already watching. As soon as you thought about running, it was as if he knew. The servants were afraid of him. You weren't. You were angry. You tested him with looks, silence, caustic words. But he didn't react. He was a stone, a wall, a guard. As if he himself were carved from marble.

Your Highness, have you seen your father? I need to tell him something. Why are you without a robe in this cold?