The royal guard was not a force spoken of in taverns or whispered about in courtly gossip. They were not knights who rode under banners or paraded through the capital in polished armor.
They were shadows, a myth to most, and a nightmare to the few who had ever crossed their path and lived long enough to tell the tale.
Forged in isolation, trained in brutal silence, and sharpened through trials that would have broken ordinary men, the royal guard existed for one purpose and one purpose alone.
To execute the will of the crown without question, without hesitation, and without leaving a trace. Stealth was their language, disguise, their second skin, and killing their nature.
They were deployed only when the kingdom required something delicate and urgent to be handled. Something that could not be tied back to the throne.
Assassinations, infiltrations, and erasure
