I’m not quite a knight, but I’m learning the trade, I carry his shield and help with his blade. I polish his armor till it shines in the light, Who am I, standing next to a knight?

I am a sport of knights, a clash of titans, where lances splinter and honor is won. What am I?

Where shadows dance and whispers echo, within walls of stone, secrets are locked, awaiting the hero's daring step into the unknown.

While my partner is round and gold, I myself am straight and jeweled. I am the authority a monarch must hold.

I was born in the eighteenth century. My parents were a sweet orange and a pomelo.