Sadly, no.

'Damn it.' You think, looking over each of the men, nodding your approval to every guy you deem worthy. Most of them are probably nobles by birth anyway, so you can trust them with your sister's protection. You glance over the last man standing there, taller than the rest, broad and muscular, he has dark hair and deep blue eyes.

''Name and rank, soldier?'' You inquire.

The man bows respectfully, "My name is Benjamin Mears, my prince.'' He speaks with an accent.

You nod, ''And what's your rank?''

''I'm a First Grade Veteran Swordsman, my prince!''

You whistle at that, a First Grade Swordsman Captain meant that this man alone commanded over a hundred swordsmen.

''I trust you to keep us safe, Benjamin. You may take a small squad of six of your most trusted soldiers to accompany us.'' You add.

Benjamin grins proudly, ''Understood, sir.''