2: The Prince And His Royal Knight

"Magical Theory can be perceived as the movement of mana around the planet itself..." Arthur just remembered how much he hated school. The lectures, classes, teachers, all of it. Sixteen years he's been living in this new world and yet, even after skipping a year, he still hated school.

Now, the magical properties introduced into his study made it a little more lively, especially when some of the classes let the students have a more practical lesson rather than just explaining theories all day.

"Mr. Daguenet, care to explain to us the Three Principles of Power that govern magic?"

Arthur looked up when his name was called. He still wasn't use to it yet, all he's even been called was His Royal Highness or His Lordship, but never his last name. "U-Um..." He stuttered out while trying to formulate a response, "The Three Principle's of Power are The System, The Church and The World."

"Quite true." The Professor stated while looking out the window. After Arthur's little daydreaming session and his wake up by the Professor, nothing much of note happened for the rest of the class. After class were when things got good.

Guinevere Artorius: High society lady and childhood friend of Arthur, both in this life and the previous. She was born as a noble girl to the Duke of Casterberry, a man who was very close to the King.

Evidently, this let her get close to her childhood friend again. And develop the same crush she had in her previous life.

"Gwen, how are you?" Arthur waved to his friend who in the meantime was fixing the tangles in her long blonde hair. At her crus-friend's voice, she paused any movements she was making as her eyes trailed to Arthur's body and scanned it up and down twice over.

"G-Good, I'm good, thank you for asking."

She then resumed untangling her hair. Arthur walked closer and examined the small knots in the girl's hair, he was so close Gwen could feel his breath across her face. It was warm and smelled nice, like grapes, whatever those smelled like.

She was ready to relinquish herself to him but he finally turned away, "If you're not busy, would you like to go see the knighting ceremony with me, apparently I get to choose one of the new knights."

Gwen's eyes widened, the knighting ceremony was sacred. It was technically the second time the warriors would have been knighted, only the best of the best of the Knight's Order are royally knighted by the King himself and chosen by one of his heirs as a personal guard. If Arthur was choosing a knight, it meant he had proved himself in the eyes of his father. Not only the knight had to prove themselves to be chosen, but the heir as well.

"Of course. I would love to see you choose a knight."

Walking back to the Royal Palace was the easy part, fifteen minutes of physical exercise from the Royal Academy to the Palace was all it took. Getting into the Palace was the hard part. Even as a Prince, Arthur was subject to multiple searches and identity checks.

Inside the small antechamber just outside of the throne room, Arthur sat and waited for his father to send for him. It was customary in the Ettienne Empire for anyone requesting court from His Majesty to wait until they were called in the antechamber.

"M'lord, His Majesty will have you now."

Arthur and his girlfrie-friend stood up and entered through the double doors to be met with three knight's on their knees in front of an old and regal ruler.

"Ah, my son! Glad of you to finally join us." His Majesty, King Martin IV said with enthusiasm. He stood from his throne and walked past the knight's and to his son. "This ceremony is for you, my son. As an apology gift of sorts for holding you back a year from the Academy."

Arthur looked up at his tall and dignified father. "Thank you, father." Was all he said as some teared welled up. He crushed those down though, as he could not show weakness in the face of his potential Royal Retainer.

"Please, my son, choose from these three." The King grabbed his son's shoulders and brought him face to face with the knights. Each of them wore a variation of black and grey armour with one of them catching the Prince's eye. A cross like eye socket on the right side could be seen meaning the knight was either very religious or was stabbed in the head with a cross shaped sword. The former was more likely, thought the Prince.

Being overly religious might be a problem in the future, but he just looks so much cooler than the other two. "The one in the centre." He pointed to the one with the cross imprinted helmet. The knight stayed still, he did not move until he was told to.

"Sir Jakovich, please rise."

At his King's command, the knight stood, his broad shoulders in full view to the Prince. He was much, much taller than the Prince had thought, at least two heads taller than himself.

An attendant walked close to the King, a golden scabbard decorated with diamonds and emeralds in hand. The King took it and stared at it for a few seconds before unsheathing it to reveal a silver blade marred with blood red crystals.

The knight kneeled once again and lowered his head as the King brought the sword down to his right shoulder, then to his left. After that, he gently handed the sword to do the same.

"Sir Jakovich, you have now been ordained by God, The Monarchy and The People. Rise for your new master."

The room was silent, the only sound made was the creaking of the Knight's armour as he rose. Once again, the Prince rose his head to look at the knight's eyes.

"Congratulations my son. Now knighted, he will protect you to his grave."

Behind the knight's stood Gwen near the doorway, she clapped silent claps as a big smile plastered itself onto her face. A smile that was solely directed at her bestfriend.

"I promise you," Arthur looked to both the knight and his father, "That we will not be digging his grave anytime soon."