“Your highness,” someone called out cheerfully, catching Anastasius’ attention. 

A young knight, the same age as the young prince, whose hair was as dark as an abyss and reddish brown eyes like a predator hunting for prey was dressed in lava grey armour with the royal crest coloured in green forest on the left side of the iron breastplate. 

“What is it, Knight Lieutenant Ludwig Walter?” asked the prince. Walter, among the two dukes from the aristocracy served under Archanbeau.  Due to their similar age, they were both partnered up during training when his majesty wasn’t around. 

"Ludwig is enough, your highness," Ludwig bravely pointed out with a grin. For a young age, Ludwig was a remarkable swordsman and earned himself the rank of Lieutenant within the royal knighthood tremendous skills. The young Walter was an outgoing individual compared to the prince but he knew when to set a line between duty and humour.

For a young age, Ludwig was a remarkable swordsman and earned himself the rank of Lieutenant within the royal knighthood due to his swordsmanship. The young Walter was an outgoing individual compared to the prince but he knew when to set a line between duty and humour. 

“The hunters are ready. We await for your next command,” he informed. Not only did he always partner up with the prince in the training grounds, that he is familiar with the cold prince, he is also aiding Anastasius in any ways possible. This created a presumption about him, Ludwig Walter, the eldest and sole son of Duke Walter; to be the prince of Wynhearth’s future aide, thus gaining himself a title 'The prince’s future indomitable black hound', just like his father, Durwin Walter who has been the emperor's trusted man. A hound who is second-best swordsmanship after the Archanbeau, who remained faithful to the hands that feed them. A hound whose teeth that readily open up to clear way for his master. Who becomes his master's eyes, ears, guidance. A hound who remained by his master's side no matter what.