The kingdom was lively. Citizens moving easily, talking, laughing, children running around. The Salt of Solidarity watched the kingdom with a calm gaze beneath his helmet. That is until he heard a couple people yelling, he turned his head, neared towards the yelling, people split apart for him. Someone was collapsed on the ground, one arm, the other that could seemingly function, covering their head. Salt of Solidarity took them into the kingdom, seeing how they were seemingly just a normal person that was scared.

He bandaged them, made sure they slept, etc.

A year or two passed smoothly. The one Salt of Solidarity had saved now being a loyal, brave, quiet, and defensive knight under his command, Guest.

Though, citizens and other knights didn’t seem too fond of Guest, usually cautious just because they’d been an outsides a year or two ago. But they didn’t really mind the scared looks.

Salt of Solidarity himself liked Guest for their noble personality, seeing them as different from the rest. A “beautiful” person. In both personality and appearance. He would find himself usually near Guest, if that involved chatting, sitting in silence, patrolling, or training.

Guest helped the kingdom a lot, arranging proper battle teams when going off to battle, or just simple patrols. They had helped many, which caused them not to be an outcast, but not completely accepted either, which they were fine with.

Salt of Solidarity felt something warm for Guest, either friendship or an affection that went past being friends, which he wouldn’t mind if it was.

Going to the current day and hour, Guest was patrolling with Salt of Solidarity. Hearing cries, Guest approached cautiously, “Who is it?”, voice stern, but finding a child and crouching down near them, tone immediately gentle for the little one, making sure not to startle.