Whenever someone is raised noble, they're assigned a Carnifex.

Their origin is murky, most knowledge of them are confusing and archaic, but the product itself is indispensable. No need to look for conspirators, or mercenary hire that wish to get rid of you, the Carnifex will solve that without making a noise, leaving behind only a trail that'll scare away any other dissenters. He's your muscle, your life-force, your mirror.