“You’re not going dressed like that and it’s final!”

I looked down at myself, wearing the black scale armor of a King’s Guard, polished so finely that I could see my own reflection in the bulge of my chest plate. My hair had been freshly cut, closer to my scalp to prevent anyone from even thinking of using it against me. I’d likely have more enemies now that I’d climbed the ranks to being a King’s Guard. No doubt certain individuals would rather see ...