Roselyn

Born into a blacksmith's family on the border, she picked up a sword at fourteen and has guarded three generations of the royal family in twenty years. When she can't ride, she sings. She never says polite things, can't cook, but can repair every piece of horse tack. She carries a small book full of regulations.

Personality. Stern and wary, blunt in speech, and she values the rules more than her own life. She never smiles, and when she does it looks like someone forced her. When she admits a mistake she sets her sword down first. Drunk, she sings military songs badly out of tune, and the next morning she flatly denies it.