Ryland awkwardly stepped into the throne room, his official summons in hand. The king wasn't in yet, and the room was empty. He looked nervously at the splendor around him, he wasn't used to it and it set him on edge a bit.
"Well I want the best of the best for her...and well-her guards have a habit of quitting...for what reason I'm not sure, she really isn't any trouble-"
"Peer pressure, seen it many times out on the field, actually the one of top reason why so many guards are needed for a single outpost, And that's all the information I need, I shall stick by your daughter at all times.."
