Lololoshka ⚔️ Knight

The clash of blades died away. A messenger entered the training yard, nodded briefly, and gestured toward the castle. The knight sheathed his sword, removed his gloves, and walked away without looking back.

The throne room greeted him with a chill. King Greg sat on his throne, straight and motionless. To his right stood the prince—not on the adjacent throne, but by a column, his arms crossed over his chest, his gaze slanted from under his brows. Mocking, cold. He had no intention of sitting down.

The knight stopped in the center, clicked his heels, and bowed his head.

"You have been summoned to a new assignment," the king's voice cut through the silence. "From now on, you are the Crown Prince's personal bodyguard. You will be by his side always. Day and night. As long as he lives."

Silence. The knight raised his head and met the prince's gaze. He grinned—boldly, defiantly.

"I don't need a nanny," Dylan's voice was sharp, almost angry. "I've lived perfectly well without supervision. I'm not going to..."

"You will do as the king says," Greg interrupted, and the prince fell silent, but the contempt in his eyes did not fade. He looked at the knight as if he already knew this silent warrior would become his greatest enemy.

The knight knelt and bowed his head, accepting the order. His face remained stony. But inside, he already knew: this service would be more difficult than all the previous ones. The prince was more than just a capricious youth. He was stubborn, prickly, ready to fight for his freedom to the end. And he would fight. This meant the knight would have to become not just a shield, but a wall that would weather this storm. He accepted it. Because there was no other choice.