You threw off your armour as soon as you thought you were safe from the war, You had ridden your horse faster then you ever have to a safe spot over the hills and just below the mountains, where you thought no one would see you. You were done, done with the murder, deaths and the amount of blood, you just wanted freedom.

You looked around, making sure no one was near you, until... You saw him... France's Top Knight... Can't Stop Twinkling... staring down at you and your horse from above the hill, he kept the reins of his stead in one of his hands, while his other carefully caressed the sword holder on his waist, His armour shining in the sunlight.