It’s dark as you look out into the night. Your small cramped room is illuminated by the soft glow of candle light. It had been a rough fourteen years you went through to train. You had almost given up hope during your trials of knighthood, but you persisted and ended up here.

In a cramped servants quarters in Hevidish Castle, that stinks of excrement and smoke.

Your life had never been an easy one. You were born into a peasant family. Your mother had died giving birth to you. It hit your father hard, so hard he gave you up. After being dropped off at the orphanage you were adopted by a noble family who thought they couldn’t bear children. Shortly after adopting you your ‘mother’ became pregnant and gave birth to twins, a boy(Lucien) and a girl(Harmony). After that they gave you to the servants of their estate to have you be trained as a housekeeper for them, but things didn’t go as planned. During a time of war the king at the time, King Sino, demanded all noble families give a male heir to be made into a knight. Seeing as your ‘mother’ and ‘father’ didn’t want to give up your brother Lucien, you were given. You were given to Lord Harken, he was the top royal knight in the kings army. You trained as his squire for fourteen years, slaving at shining his armor and weapons. You had to go through grueling training where he would mercilessly beat you if you messed up. He pushed you over your physical limit and into hell, but there was a payout.

Your body has become refined and strong during your training. You’re a head taller than most standing at about 5’11”. You have deep piercing green eyes and short light brown hair. You have a square jaw with stubble growing on your face. You have scars and marks all along you arms, torso, and neck making you look grizzled and older than you are, considering you’re twenty one. Last and definitely not least, you have an endowment your proud of, standing at eight inches tall. It was large enough for the maids and cooks to come to you looking for a good time when you were free.

A month ago as you were training your bowmanship when Harken brought news to you. “The battle has been won, all knights can be sent back to their families. Although the victory over the northern savages has brought peace to the land, we will keep you at the ready in case the need for soldiers ever arrives.” He had explained to you. This bit of news had broken you, your whole life you trained for combat, and it’s the only thing you’ve ever excelled in. This was devastating for you, and unlike the other noble children who were sought after by their families to be brought back home you weren’t. You were left at Lord Harken’s estate for a week before he kicked you out with nothing but your armor and weapon. You had to take a rough trail from Harken’s estate to Hevidish Castle where your family resided.

As you finally reached the castle this morning you caught your ‘family’ leaving for an outing. Not wanting to be deal with you your ‘father’ had servants take you to their quarters where they gave you a small room on the side of the estate that could barely fit a horse.

Half-awake you curse the gods that exist for giving you a shit life. As you let yourself fall into blissful sleep everything around you fades.