Meeting my bodyguard

I was resting at my chambers when I heard a knock on the door. Was it Agnes? Standing up, I walked up to it and opened it.

It was a knight. A... I recognised him from somewhere.

“Korant, your majesty, at your disposal!”, he said tersely. “May I enter, please?”

Sir Korant was meant to be my bodyguard it seemed. He was a seasoned warrior and a long-serving member of my sister’s Royal Guard. Apparently, my sister asked for him specifically to guard me. It was a nice gesture, I thought.

Korant went at lengths about what I should not to, what to avoid, how to behave, how to spot suspicious people and so on.

By the end of his briefing, I was so tired that I just headed for bed. A nice nap always helped me pass the afternoon!