Footsoldier

Johnathon Wintergale was the name given to you by your parents. You joined the King's army at the age of fourteen and moved up the ranks slowly to where you are now at sergent. Married late at the age of seventeen, your wife is ugly as sin and you thank god for the long hours that you serve.

For the past three years, you have looked up to Sir Scott Gygora. He has been your inspiration to do the best job that you can in both your home life and your professional one. It hasn't quite worked however. Last week you received word that he was to be atteneding the King's court this month and you quickly signed up for guard duty in the hopes of meeting him.

Your plan didn't work out how you would have liked it to though as you've been standing on guard for the past three hours without relief. Things pick up, however, when your replacement comes and tells you that you're relieved for the next hour.

With all the excitement of a schoolboy, you start to rush over to introduce yourself to Sir Scott, when you run into a pretty young noble from the outskirts of Byrulon. She's dark hair, brown eyes with fairly nice breasts. Not overly large, but not too small either.

Not sure whether to try and get under her gown or try to talk to your idol you're caught. You also notice that the man who replaced you has left his post.