Guts. Not much is known about this man. Mages have investigated into this character, only to discover old transcripts that mention king Arthur. Many have tried to summon him. All have failed.
Guts sighed as the kings and their guards left the chamber. Due to Arthur's reminder of him being his bodyguard, Guts had to attend three meetings, doing nothing, but standing there and listening to the kings discuss with one another. Unlike the other kings who had five bodyguards present, Guts was the only one Arthur had.
"Geez, kinda wish you didn't make me your bodyguard." Guts rolled his eyes as Arthur stood up. The young king chuckled as he patted Guts's shoulder, well, the shoulder guard of Guts's armor.
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"How's the armor treating you?" Arthur asked as he patted Guts's other shoulder. "I had the best smiths working on it."
"It's a little........tight." Guts rolled his arms a couple times. His legs fared no better, feeling constricted do too the greaves. He wasn't used to armor like this. He took his helmet off and grabbed the side of his cape. "I feel like the cape size is unnecessary."
"Nonsense." Arthur chirped as he backed away from Guts. He looked the man up and down before nodding to himself. "Guts, you play a role as both a Lord and a bodyguard. The cape is the symbol of bodyguards appointed to the king of Camelot, my family crest being stitched onto the back of your cape. You will adapt to the armor however, like how I adapted to mine during the start of my rebellion. Any thing else I need to know?"
Guts rubbed the back of his head but winced upon feeling the metal talons of his glove touch his head. He didn't want to sound ungrateful to Arthur.
"...........did the cape have to be purple?" He joked, making Arthur lightly chuckle. The two stopped upon hearing the door open and saw Morgan standing there, a small smile on her face.
"I hope I'm not interrupting...." Morgan said kindly, looking at Guts before turning toward her brother. "I hope you don't mind, but may I steal Lord Guts away from you for a time? We need assistance with the ballroom."
"Of course!" Guts couldn't respond as Arthur spoke and gave him a pat on the back and, do to magical strength, made Guts take a step forward. "Guts, why don't you assist my dear sister with the ballroom."
'Aren't she and Merlin sorceresses?' Guts thought as he nodded to Arthur and followed Morgan out of the room.
"Thank you very much little brother!" Morgan called out, latching onto Guts's arm as they made their way down the hall. "I'll return him when I'm done, promise!"
Arthur stepped outside the chamber and watched the two walk away. He saw Morgan pull Guts's arm close to her chest. With a small frown, Arthur closed the door behind him and made his way in the opposite direction.
