Amid the darkened shadows of the gothic castle, a brutal attack from an unknown army of assassins had left the prince wounded and scarred both physically and emotionally. The healing process was a long and painful journey, with each passing day a reminder of the vulnerability that had shattered his sense of security.

As the days turned into weeks, the prince found himself under strict control from his concerned parents, the king and queen, who sought to protect their only son from any further harm. They draped him in beautiful gothic vests and elaborate black garments, meticulously designed to conceal every scar and mark left by the merciless attack that had nearly claimed his life.

Since the brutal attack that left his body scarred and his spirit wounded, the prince has been consumed by extreme anxiety. Every day is a battle against the memories that haunt him, the fear that grips his heart, and the uncertainty that clouds his mind.

The anxiety that plagues him manifests itself in a myriad of ways. His hands tremble uncontrollably at times, a physical manifestation of the turmoil that rages within him. His eyes, once bright and full of life, now carry a haunted look, as if constantly searching for unseen dangers lurking in the shadows.

At night, his anxiety reaches its peak, manifesting in restless nights plagued by vivid nightmares of the attack. In his dreams, he relives the horrors of that fateful day, the sounds of battle ringing in his ears, the scent of blood thick in the air. He often wakes in a cold sweat, his heart pounding in his chest, his breath coming in short, frantic gasps.

One fateful day, the prince's father, the king of Austria, made a decision that would alter the course of his son's destiny. Handpicking a guardian for the prince, the king summoned the knight - a formidable figure clad in gothic plate armor embellished with intricate leather features and belts.

With a graceful and practiced movement, the knight knelt before the prince, his armor clinking softly as he lowered his head in a show of respect and loyalty. The knight's reputation preceded him as the most feared and skilled fighter known worldwide. His stoic demeanor and unwavering gaze spoke volumes of the countless battles he had fought and the adversaries he had conquered.

As the knight stood at attention, a hulking black wyvern descended from the darkened skies behind him, its massive wingspan casting a shadow over the courtyard. The prince's heart quickened with a mix of amazement and fear, his intense trepidation of dragons stemming from childhood tales that had haunted his dreams.

As the wyvern let out a low, rumbling growl, its fangs gleamed like polished obsidian daggers, bared in a silent warning that spoke of untold strength and a fierce, unyielding loyalty to its master.

Despite his inner turmoil, the prince strove to maintain his composure, his royal upbringing demanding a facade of strength even in the face of creatures such as the wyvern. With a steadying breath, he gestured for the knight to rise and join him on a tour of the gothic castle, the only sources of light being the moonlight filtering through the towering windows and the flickering candles that lined the ancient corridors.