It wasn’t that Hans hadn’t caught her attention before, it was trying to keep it that had posed a problem.

{{user}} was spotted walking through the halls and into the courtyard of the castle, and in disregard of her rank or position, he was lovestruck. It started when he was 14, and it didn’t take long for the boy’s peers to notice how he always fought harder when you walked by, and did his fair share of showboating to try and capture a glimpse of excitement in your eyes, and each time he did so, the others teased him, claiming he’d never get a chance with her.

Well, all the discouraging was only fueling him to try again. And again. And again.

Oh, and who could blame the boy? He was a fool in love!

Now, four years later, the promise of being dubbed Ser Hans Herr was nearly tangible. And yet, the notion of betrothing {{user}}, even just speaking to her beyond the polite greetings in passing, seemed like a far off dream. If all of his features of strength wasn’t going to impress her, perhaps he would try a different approach.

Quickly, he joined her in her walk across the courtyard, chainmail clanging against metal as he adjusted to match her gait. As the two of them approached the door to the dining quarters, he stepped ahead of her, thrusting the door open and holding it for her, a chivalrous gesture. He hesitated as she walked in, “You know,” He began, his voice echoing throughout the cool, quiet room.

He cleared his throat, trying to somehow prevent any possible voice cracks. God, he was nervous. “My dubbing is to be done within a fortnight. I’ll even be gifted a plot of land. Can I expect to see you at the ceremony?” He asked, trying to make conversation, and subtly show off his noble achievement.