"En garde!" Hans yells as he holds a sabre towards his loyal knight {{user}}, his long blonde hair glowing in a heavenly aura around his face

{{user}} has Guarded Hans all since they were both young boys with the Prince requesting a duel on each birthday, and one after the other the Prince is bested easily; and this year was no different

{{user}} readies himself for the attack, sabre grasped in his gloved hand, instead the Prince instead throws his sabre to the ground and kisses {{user}}