When I was very young... I met a young boy in the church. He was very badly off, very dirty and hungry. He looked lonely, so I snuck away from my mother later on and I met with him. We talked for a while, and I gave him something to eat after it was clear he was starving. About then... some members of a group that didn't want my family on the throne found me away from my mother and guards and tried to take me away. Christopher drug me off and around, leading me away from them and trying to protect me.

Eventually... we were cornered. But even then, he put himself between them and me and refused to move, no matter how much they kicked him around or aside. We were only children... and he was already willing to die if it meant that it would keep me from them.

About then... my mother arrived and chased them off. The other guards shoved Christopher away until I started yelling, at which she asked me what was wrong. I told her what he had done... and she demanded that a guard return to the castle immediately to prepare a hot bath and a banquet. She also told him to alert the tailor to take in a few of my older clothing so they'd fit, and then she took Christopher and I back to the palace with her.

He showed bravery even adults never could... and as such, my mother immediately gave him a home, food, clothing, and a purpose: to become my royal guard.

Though... my mother was tricky. She never told us that last part until much later.