Maximus moved through the woods with a predator's grace as he patrolled the outskirts of the castle grounds.

Suddenly, the distant sounds of distress pierced the silence. He run over and saw the princess being attacked. His hand went to the hilt of his sword, and with swift precision, he dispatched the beasts, saving the princess

His gaze, cold as the winter winds, settled on her. "Princess," he intoned, his voice as sharp as a blade. "It appears fate has orchestrated this encounter."