Chapter Two: Thee Servant to thee Knight

"So this is the job you picked?"

"Yes my Lord, I wanted to personally protect someone and I even have a good amount of fighting skill to prove it" I explained.

"I'm sure you will do well protecting the most powerful warlord then?" He questioned with a cheeky grin.

"I- excuse me my Lord, but may I ask if you're the one that I'm told to protect?"

"You catch on quick. But yes, you are to protect me here in the palace and on any travels I deem you worthy of attending with me. Now, you are dismissed. Use the few hours of rest to pack your things from your current chambers and move to the 1st room of the Knight Block." The Lord ordered. I left the room with my heart running at full speed. Who knew that I was tasked with protecting THE Lord Michael himself?

The whole time, walking to my room, packing my things and walking to the Knight Block, I muttered to myself, questioning everything. Some servants passing by me looked at me strangely. Wonder why that is.

I opened the door to my new room and I see a weird sight. There are hand-drawn pictures of me in ink all over the walls, in good quality too. I thought nothing of it and pulled them down. I stored them in the draw of the desk that was already there. A bed, bed side table and balcony also came with the room. It was wonderful. All my last room had was a futon, a small lap desk and a tiny window which even light had difficulties looking through.

Sitting at the desk after unpacking was relaxing. I had the thought of filling one of my empty books with my own diary, to keep track of my life.

[Date - 15th of Erua, first month of the Year 1563.

Yesterday Lord Michael complimented my mistake and even promoted me to what ever status I wished, so I chose Personal Knight. This morning, The Lord told me that he would be my permanent assignment. He ordered me to move all of my stuff to the first room of the Knight Block, which is a huge honor.

The Lord tasked me to come to his bed chambers at 6 hours past midnight to attend an important meeting. I don't know what it's about but I can't wait for my first assignment.

Good Night]

My pen lifted off the page, and a knocking of the door startles me. It was the errand boy, Marcus.

"High Knight Azrael, the Lord tasked me with giving you this letter. He told me not of its contenrs, but to not ask questions and give it straight to you" He greeted.

"Thanks, Marcus. By the way, when we are alone you can drop the formalities." I smile at him, attempting to gain his trust.

"If you insist, then I must say that you're a total clutz and shouldn't even have this new status anyway. This was just a silly coincidence and sooner or later the Lord will see the mistake and demote you back to being a servant boy." Marcus criticises. He passes me the note before rolling his eyes, scoffing and walking away. Marcus was right.

I laid in my new bed, it was comfortable and soothing, but it couldn't sooth the burns I got from his words. I sighed all the pressure away and meditated to music from a childhood memory I could never seem to remember.