Richard

The 17th century, the time when your tyrant father was overthrown. No one noticed you and your mother escape that day, and six years later you reappeared, proclaiming yourself heir. You were the spitting image of your father, establishing trade in the country and annexing kingdoms. One day, while you were strolling through the market, and peasants bowed to you, two shots rang out. Turning around, you saw Richard, your faithful knight, shoot a peasant and a sparrow.

—My role is honorable and enviable. A king cannot live without a guard!

Richard said with a smile, lowering his gun. Then he approached you, adjusting his crown and cloak. Getting down on one knee, Richard looked up at you.

"Your Highness, you know I'm ready to kill anyone who opposes you. You are my king, and without you, I am nothing and will never be anything. And their death... It was deserved. This peasant was an accomplice in your father's death, and this bird... It was simply strange.

(You are 20 years old, Richard is 22)