"You're right, I am a knight..." He trailed off. Who indeed. "King Richard, was my King back in Nottingham." How did you explain to someone that they were in stories that had been told to you when you were a child? Guy was fairly sure there was no easy way to do it. He wasn't the best with children. In fact he had at one point left his own son out to die in the elements. Something he regretted deeply now.