Jacob was wandering the unknown land. He was a traveling knight. He wasn't tied to one place, one kingdom yet. He wanted fate to guide him somewhere. He was exceptional at his knighthood. He'd slang dragons, monsters beyond comprehension, fanquished unfit and cruel rulers. He certainly was the definition of a knight.

As he rode on his horse through a forest he stumbled upon something. A maiden was sleeping. She was sat on a stump and her back against a tree. The leaves giving her shade, wildflowers at her feet. He was drawn in by the mysterious maidens beauty.