Knight

The armour was beautiful. Specically made to suit his every curve and brood shoulders. Yet at the same time it looked impending. Dangerous. Evil.
It may serve it's purpose of protection but at the same time it'll serve it's purpose to kill. Kill the enemy.

The More he though about it the less glorious Knighthood seemed. It had been a nice step up from being a mere page boy but at the same time the Knights he had idolized were immoral men. Indulging in skin and booze, whenever they had the chance. Treating the ones the were suppose to be protecting as dirt under their feet.

Was this really the life he wanted to live?
But who was to say he had to live this kind of life?
He could go rogue. Be like those legends of Robinhood.
Steal from the rich and give to the poor.

But That would be going against the Queen. Someone who knew not of the treachery her soldiers committed. But Loved them without bounds. To go against someone so loyal to him when he had done nothing for her so far, would feel like the greatest sin of all...