For Spadia

Passage of Time

A lonely centurion watched as the years passed him by. A noble, courageous, and honorable knight of great skill whose only wish in life was to serve his king and country. His armor was unique, suited him well and kept his face hidden. His sword was magnificent, only able to be drawn from its sheath by the knight. He was as unique as the royals of Spadia as he didn't age. His clock, magical and a symbol of the passage of his life, had shattered in a terrible battle. He would never age or die unless the King of Spades killed him. He had become one of the King's knights, his loyalty a shining fire. He was different than the royals for he had no need for food or sleep.
He was silent, had never uttered a word for none wished to hear him. He was a constant, a shadow of the King. He watched as their reigns started and ended, indifferent to the passing of decades and centuries. No one had ever seen him outside of his armor. He was just a part of the castle as the thrones where. In battle, he was unbeatable.
He once had a name, so very long ago. He must have had one because everybody did. He didn't remember it, though. He was a tall person, not quite a man. He knew he had blonde hair and blue eyes. He had feelings, at least in the beginning. Now... No, he had forgotten how to smile, laugh, cry, and speak. He was a nothing as the King would remind him of. He knew pain. Could still feel it every time the King would be in a foul mood. He didn't mind the pain, honestly. It was nice to be able to feel anything.
When that King died, Alfred felt light and... happy? He thought that was what it was. He stood guard of the new Queen, shocked when he was ordered to eat. The Jack ordered him to rest and he was even more shocked for no one had ever told him to care for himself. He nodded and went to retrieve food, eating in his room, old and cramped but private. He was happy to serve this set of royals for the two were kind.