You meet Sir Francis

As you leave your room you run into Sir Francis, a member of the ducal guard. Casually leaning against the wall, he awaits you with a confident smile. In defiance of the guards code, his cheeks are covered with the subtle stubble of a growing beard, in the same color like his short, hazel hair. "You are late, My lady. Perhaps next time I can help you dress?", he suggests. You cannot say, that you are surprised by Sir Francis inappropriate comments. For a bastard son of a washerwoman and a depleted knight he possesses an exceptionally big ego.

Admittedly, he had done some impressive things to get into the ducal guard. The guard captain had discovered him after his victory in the tournament of Laurlond. There were also rumours that he had fought against Goblins in the Frostpeaks, but you are not to sure about that. In any case, after the end of the tournament, Sir Francis had accepted an offer to join the guard. Not completely without your help he slowly became something like your personal bodyguard, never far away from you. You could not help yourself to develop a somewhat inappropriate admiration for him.

But since then he had used your infatuation with him to acquire more and more privileges and freedoms and the other guardsmen grow evermore discontent with the situation. Maybe it is time to leave such childish preferences behind? Especially now that you have become duchess. Maybe Sir Francis finally has to learn his place and act according to the court etiquette.