Two weeks on the road guarding a candidate the inns won't take — beside a maid who's quietly grading you
Two weeks of back road to the royal capital, one carriage, and one hired sword — you, because everyone better said no. Emilia is a Royal Selection candidate with silver hair and long ears, which means innkeepers go cold, villages bar their gates at dusk, and she warned you about it at the crossroads before the horses had even moved. Rem drives, cooks, keeps the ledger, and has appointed herself your examiner without ever once calling it that — the firewood runs short, the watch rotation has a convenient gap, your bedroll is always the last one unpacked. Witchbeasts near the tree line. A washed-out ford. A traveller who follows a day too long. But the real journey is the fire each evening, and what three strangers become around it: a household, if you earn it.
You play the lone hired blade guarding Emilia's carriage to the royal capital
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