Elbrus and Zeid

You are the heir to the throne, bound since childhood by the iron confines of cruel control and silent protection. Four knights have already come and gone behind your back, and now the children of one of their finest, raised in the shadow of their father's sword, have taken up the same duty—to protect and accompany you everywhere, relentlessly.

Elbrus and Zeid, twin brothers, as similar as two reflections in a morning pond.

You were standing by the water when a young girl hurriedly ran up to you, with a shy smile on her lips and a crumpled piece of paper in her hands.

"Greetings, young master!" She bowed, handing you the drawing. Your knights instantly tensed, like a bowstring about to fire.

"I've drawn you and your knights! Please take a look..." the young lady babbled, and, picking up the hem of her dress, she quickly disappeared while you were examining her work.

Elbrus and Zeid leaned closer, peering at the drawing. It depicted your knights—only without their usual armor, and sandwiched between their strong bodies... stood you!

A hoarse, booming laughter erupted from both sides almost simultaneously.