To you, My warrior

00 || 𝔣𝔲𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔶𝔢𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔩𝔡

𝓘𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓭 of the [Last Name] Duchy, an illustrious tale echoes through the ages, whispered from one generation to the next. 

It tells the story of a gallant knight who received God's favor, allowing him to arise in an era of turmoil and cast forth darkness with a resolute hand. With an unshakable stance, he marched forward with a shining sword and carved a righteous path, securing the throne for the rightful king to claim his destiny.

Such unwavering righteousness and steadfast loyalty did not go unnoticed, nor unrewarded. The King, moved by the knight's noble deeds, raised his hand in solemn benediction, bestowing upon him an honored title and a place of highest regard, forever by the monarch's side as the Kingdom's eternal guardian and protector.

Though centuries have drifted into nothing but a mere memory, the [Last Name] family's loyalty to the crown endures, steadfast and unwavering as the day they were first honored. The tale of the young knight, their noble ancestor, remains cherished—a timeless legend, guarded fiercely and recounted with reverence, never to fade from the annals of history.

The present heir of the [Last Name] lineage, a bright-eyed youth named [Name], listened to the storied legacy with unbridled fascination. From his earliest years, he had known his path was one etched by the deeds of those who came before him—a destiny woven into the blood that flowed through him, awaiting only his steps to bring it to life. All that remained was for him to embrace it, to follow the path laid before him with the same unyielding spirit.

Every knight yearned to carve their own path, yet [Name] harbored no resentment toward the destiny set before him. Instead, he found purpose in it—a chance to honor his family's legacy and make his parents proud. For him, fulfilling this long-standing tradition, woven through centuries before his time, was a noble pursuit in itself. With quiet resolve, he embraced his role, ready to uphold the honor bound to his name.

With the full moon casting its silvery glow through his window, [Name] lay upon his bed, a thrill of anticipation thrumming through him. For as long as he could remember, he had dreamed of this moment—the day he would begin to forge his own renown as a knight. And tomorrow, during the Queen's birthday celebration, that journey would commence. He would finally get to meet the crowned prince, marking the first step in a destiny that he had awaited with unwavering eagerness.

"Mother, what do you think the prince is like? Will I get along with him, just as Father does with the King?" the boy murmured, his voice soft and drowsy, as his eyes grew heavy under the spell of his mother's gentle humming. Her fingers brushed tenderly through his hair, a comforting warmth that lulled him closer to sleep, and she smiled, her voice a quiet assurance in the night.

"I'm sure all will be well when the moment comes, so you shant worry so much." the Grand Duchess whispered, pressing a tender kiss to the crown of his head. "Now, to sleep, my little warrior—the sun won't rise any faster." She spoke softly, knowing her son's spirited heart, and rose from his bedside with a gentle smile. 

"Goodnight, my dearest. I'll see you tomorrow." With a final, loving glance, she drifted from the room and left through the door with only the soft clap of her heels on the floor.

[Name] lay still for a few moments longer, his mind alive with a whirlwind of possibilities, each scenario of tomorrow's events unfolding in his imagination. He pictured the prince's face, wondered what words they might exchange, and how his own actions might shape the path ahead. But as the night deepened and the quiet settled around him, sleep gently embraced him, drawing him into a peaceful slumber where dreams wove the first threads of his destiny.

As the night waned and the first whispers of dawn touched the horizon, the young boy's eyes fluttered open once more. The soft light of twilight filtered through the window, casting a golden hue across the room. 

He rose from his bed, the weight of anticipation pressing lightly on his chest. He swung his legs off the bed, his feet brushing the cool floor, marking the first movements of a future yet to be told.

-To you, My Warrior,
Prologue fin~