Author's Notes: well this is humbling and surprising. My story has followers XD. I humbly beg for "CONSTRUCTIVE" criticism as to point out flaws and grammatical errors as well as areas to improve upon as i have no prior experience to writing. Although, I'm confident in my english but i'll quickly point out that i'm human and will no doubt make errors. Thank you all for taking the time to read as this is just a story i squeeze out in the middle of the night when i can't sleep. This chapter was finished in 5.40a.m so perhaps i'm an insomniac XD.

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Citadel Upper Floors, Y824, Kyra

The God King they call me. Guardian of the Empire and Saviour of the States. I expected this but can’t bring myself to ever get used to this. All this fame and responsibility from driving the Barbarians of the West and from uniting what was is now known as the Empire of Kyrad. Petty lords and corrupt pot-bellied officials had forced my hand onto revealing myself to save what’s left of our people. I never asked for immortality. But I don’t regret my decision to protect my family.

As I was reminded of past mistakes and the stories of a time before even this castle was built due to walking these corridors. I was being briefed by the chamberlain about my duties and responsibilities while being escorted to my chambers and later towards the princess’s chambers where I can begin my duties. The chamberlain wished me luck and skirted away as we were right outside her chambers. Before I knocked on the door I was hit with a dreaded sense of foreboding.

Opening the door with caution. I see a wired mechanism next to a water runestone. No doubt this was a prank made in poor taste by someone who had nothing better to do.

Stretching my senses I found the perpetrator hiding in the corner of the room. Noticing who it was. I decided to amuse the young lady by stepping into it.

*Splash* *Splat* *Poof*. Hmm, this is unexpected. I thought I saw only 2 mechanisms. But being covered in water, tar and feathers proves that I misjudged the girl’s skills at tinkering.

*Giggle* well now ain’t that a cute devilish grin. I told myself. A charming little girl with glistening black hair and sharp features. No doubt there’ll be wars and duels fought over her when she matures.

“Hello, my name is Kyra.” as I address myself to the princess.

“That’s a very common name and you’re not mad? Not sure if I find that impressive or boring.” As she speaks her mind out loud.

Oh mercy, she’s gonna be a handful. No wonder that guard offered me blessings. If I’d known I should have taken the offer.

“I’m giving you 2 weeks tops.” The girl says victoriously to me.

“Oh, my little lady. I’m pretty sure I’ll be staying here for the long run.” As I smile towards her.

“Ewww, you’re one of those perverted ass-kissers that tries to get on my good side by letting me win.” The girl says in disgust.

Ass-kisser!? Where does she even learn these things? Is it common for young ladies of noble birth to say these things? Am I out of touch with the times? As I struggled to understand how her basic etiquette came to be like this. She continued.

“Say looking at you closely you’re pretty tall and handsome. Not to mention you’re about as big as my father.” The girl says staring at me.

“Why Thank you.” As I snap back to reality. Who’s the ass-kisser now? Wasn’t she threatening to kick me off in 2 weeks? Children can be so random at times. As I stood there staring back at her and processing my thoughts.

The King walks by and he sees a birdman standing in the corridor. With a simple glance he identified who I was with a look of amusement and remorse.

“Well now I see you’ve both met” as he takes a small distance from me. “Avlyn you promised me you wouldn’t do this. Sorry about this Mr. Kyra”

I was stunned at how humble my descendant was. Thank the heavens.

The King then proceeds to lecture the daughter about her attitude and how it was unbecoming of a princess of a large empire. Although I don’t disagree with a tough love, I felt sorry for the poor girl with her blackened hands as she stood there obediently.

“Avlyn, although you’ve ruined introductions. This is Mr. Kyra who’ll be your personal attendant from today onwards.” “Also Mr. Kyra I hope you exercise restraint when dealing with my daughter” As the King gives me a look of a overprotective parent before walking off as an adviser calls him over.

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Looking closely back to the princess. I can clearly see that she was on the verge of tears and I can see why she needed a personal attendant. Her father can’t make time for her it seems. So I’m here to pick up the pieces or cover up for the King until he can make time.

“There, there. I’m sure your father meant well. No need to cry and beat yourself up over it” as I made an effort to comfort her. Though I admit despite living for so long I did not spend much time with children. So I’m not too sure if my advice was structured for children.

However, she sprung back to life as a thought came through her mind.

“Come with me as she grabbed onto my hand.” With a face full of anger.

She led me onto the courtyard telling me she wanted to have a sparring match. Reasoning to me that she held no respect for attendants who were weaker than she was. I’m guessing she reacted to the word “beat” and came to the conclusion on how she was going to vent her frustrations.

Finally it hit me as to why I was tested in combat before being allowed to be interviewed. No matter. This was a good way to quickly earn her respect and I know that a good workout will vent almost any frustration.

Taking out her rapier, she stood at the ready on the opposite end of the courtyard. While my weapon was stored safely away in my room. I improvised by conveniently walking to the gardener’s station to grab a rake and washing myself with a hose before standing before her.

Instantly her face turns sour as she took offence at my weapon of choice. Offering me instead to use the practice weapons available.

As I politely refused. She took a stance and charged me with speed I’ve never before seen for a girl her age. It was more akin to the Dark Elf assassins I met a couple decades ago.

Shuddering in my past thoughts as I was about to receive the trust. I quickly side stepped and placed my gardening tool in the path of her feet. She tumbled and fell into the well trimmed bush that was neatly shaped.

Coming out of the bush I saw that she had no cuts or bruises and it confirmed my suspicion. She was my descendant. Gifted with speed, strength and toughness. She was a warrior princess which I can almost swear I saw steam blowing out of her ears and nose. She reminded me of a tribe of warrior women I met far south in the islands. They were cannibals.

Having yet to admit defeat she came charging straight out trusting and slashing with her rapier again. She was rather skilled and I can clearly see why her past attendants did not live up to her standards. Her weapon was clearly enchanted as well. Making a mockery of my rake’s durability as the wooden handle was getting chipped away despite my skillful deflection of her blows.

Having seen enough I switched to the offense and charged her instead. As I attempted to force her into submission by disarming her. She came rushing towards me with her fist and kicks.

Finally, my patience wears a little thin and I tripped her straight onto the floor and I sat on her back while pulling her legs onto her back. Her arm strength alone was enough to lift me up but I applied enough strength to weigh her down into surrendering.

Listening closely, I hear an incantation as she muttered words of power to gather mana into herself. Oh boy, this is gonna take extra effort from me to subdue this lady. With added strength of both divinity and mana I backed off quickly as I could not ascertain how much strength I’d need to pin her down.

She back flipped onto the opposite end of the courtyard staring daggers at me. If looks could kill, I believe I was dead in her eyes already.

Realizing she could not win with a weapon she came swinging again. Then it hit me. Like a troll’s fart under the bridge. I forgot that I came here to help her vent her anger and I made it worst instead.

Reinforcing my body slightly. I let her swing her fist at me while being careful not to let her hit any hard bones or my privates. Before long she grew frustrated and was complaining about lack of effort.

“What do I prove even if I win? That I can beat an 11 year old girl? Hit me until you feel better and I’ll slowly sort out your feelings later.” I answered.

I wish now I spent at least a few decades conversing with children. Could almost swear to myself that I was saying the wrong words.

She dropped onto her knees in front of me which prompted me to look down and be wary of low blows. Then she unleashed her greatest weapon. Which even I was hardly immune to with my wealth of experience in combat and my gifts.

She cried.